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Mar. 4th, 2013 01:53 pmToday started off as the very definition of "inauspicious". For the last two nights I've had what isn't quite insomnia, but is a complete lack of wanting to sleep until about 1:30 in the morning. Which is fine on Saturday night, but not so much on Sunday night. And last night the invisible ice pick in my left ankle wouldn't stay in my ankle, and kept moving up and down my calf and keeping me aware of it. On top of that, I had a major set of disturbing dreams when I finally did get to sleep.
This morning I woke up with the ice pick transferred from my left ankle to my left pectoral muscle. Explain me that, I dare you. And then since the one P&R meeting we're having tomorrow is of course the morning one, I had to remember to take out the trash today, and rolled my already-unhappy ankle and fell down a couple of stairs with the trash bag. (Fortunately I landed on my ass, which is one of the more padded spots on my person.) So I limped off to the bus stop and missed the bus I usually take by less than a minute. (That's actually not a bad thing, because that's the bus with the screaming driver, for whom I was truly not in the mood at that point.) So I got on the next bus, and proceeded to go to work with the ice pick still in the pectoral muscle and a more unhappy ankle.
Upon arriving at work it turned out that the Board of Registration came back to bite me, so I had to fix that. Then we had a staff meeting (which included breakfast, and by "breakfast" this time we meant "eggs and french toast and fruit and croissants", so that was good too), and I had another meeting immediately after that. At least it took a good chunk out of the morning.
Here it is almost 2:00 already, and I hope the fact that I'm exhausted means I won't be up until 1:30 in the morning again. At least I'm getting things done in spite of being exhausted. The shorter the list gets before Thursday, the better off I'll be when I get back to it.
This morning I woke up with the ice pick transferred from my left ankle to my left pectoral muscle. Explain me that, I dare you. And then since the one P&R meeting we're having tomorrow is of course the morning one, I had to remember to take out the trash today, and rolled my already-unhappy ankle and fell down a couple of stairs with the trash bag. (Fortunately I landed on my ass, which is one of the more padded spots on my person.) So I limped off to the bus stop and missed the bus I usually take by less than a minute. (That's actually not a bad thing, because that's the bus with the screaming driver, for whom I was truly not in the mood at that point.) So I got on the next bus, and proceeded to go to work with the ice pick still in the pectoral muscle and a more unhappy ankle.
Upon arriving at work it turned out that the Board of Registration came back to bite me, so I had to fix that. Then we had a staff meeting (which included breakfast, and by "breakfast" this time we meant "eggs and french toast and fruit and croissants", so that was good too), and I had another meeting immediately after that. At least it took a good chunk out of the morning.
Here it is almost 2:00 already, and I hope the fact that I'm exhausted means I won't be up until 1:30 in the morning again. At least I'm getting things done in spite of being exhausted. The shorter the list gets before Thursday, the better off I'll be when I get back to it.
