so. . . very. . . tired

I did get a regular amount of sleep last night but I'm still beat tonight.

Of course, I was up late fiddling around at home on Tuesday and Monday.

Visited my parents this weekend. My mother's just bought $3,000 of purebred puppies - two little white westies.
Good news this weekend is the new medication my father has started has restored his appetite, to the delight of my mother.

Blogger... has changed since I was last here.
I need to keep up with things a bit better.

It's late and I'm wondering why I'm having such a difficult time putting myself to bed tonight. Could be the heat - not unbearable but a bit moistening in my little place. I refuse to crank up the AC after spending most of my days freezing in the pre-press area, the coldest part of the building where I work. A small inconvenience, but I enjoy the feel of a hot car at the end of the day when I finally get to thaw out. Still, I really enjoy working there and feel there is a lot of potential for me with this company.

The new term for those full-time, long-term employed is now "Perma-Temps" according to NPR and MicroSoft. Gone are the days apparently of anyone below management level being anything other than an independent contractor. And when I look around me at the people I know and their positions as well as my own, I know this is true. I tried to relate this story to Monster but he (who is self-employed in his own business and doesn't need a job anyway) was refusing to accept the new reality of the workplace.

Ripe is this weekend. Not cheap and I need to buy my ticket in advance. It'll be worth it though - last year was great fun and I think this year may be even better.

Today I hung out with Monster after work. Went to Express and had a delicious spinach salad. Afterwards we spent to much time in the bookstore behind the restaurant. Was happy to see many Farscape titles, though not the episodes that would be the logical next addition to what I already have.

Tomorrow I get my hair cut, car washed, coffee beans, and hopefully laundry done.

Now I must sleep. Tired enough to be scatter-brained.

Good Sushi

Tonight is a good night for sushi at Ru San's in Midtown. The eel was especially tender and fresh and I ordered the tamaki & sushi special that was more than I could eat for less than nine dollars.

a regular day with no trauma.

now, hopefully, I'll be motivated enough to work for a while tonight.

I had the most incredible migraine headache last weekend. It started Saturday morning as a vague weariness as I was making my way through the first Green Market saturday at Piedmont Park. Bought some blueberry bushes for my mother to cheer her up. By the time I drove to Smyrna with the shrubs and Monster at my side, I had lay on the couch and hand the car keys to him to drive me home. Lost the rest of the day, sleeping, drinking coffee, eating and taking exedrine (my drug of choice).

Sunday, I made it out just long enough to meet J. for sushi and went back into a coma for the rest of the day.

Monday I was mostly back and fully operational but a bit slow. We ordered chinese food (our new monday tradition) and watched DVDs of Farscape.

I think the entire physical crash I went through was a result of several factors all coming together for one catastropic event. Low blood sugar. Low blood pressure. Hormones. Stress over project management and family. Too little caffeine for the morning java monkey. Skipping breakfast. And that glass of red wine I had at dinner the night before with Nik and Aud.

I'm feeling much better now.

Started the day with discovering my car had been broken into over night. Nothing of any value taken other than my cell phone earpiece. I learned a long time ago that locked cars in my lot mean broken windows.

It seems that I have NO time these days. Not that I'm complaining too much. I just wish I could have taken a few minutes here and there to fully prepare to talk about the freelance thingie I agreed to do today. Had to show up with a completely unprepared book because my only real free time to work is evenings on Tuesday til Friday. That's it. and I am still in the midst of upgrading machines, software and printers.

I am tired tonight. And how did it get so late so soon??

So, it's like midnight and there is absolutely no one home in my building except me and Aziz. And there's this maroon car just sitting in our lot, in James' space, that obviously doesn't belong to anyone who lives here and they've been out there 15 minutes now. Should I be suspicious or am I paranoid?

315 is dead.

Chaz phoned to tell me that tonight. And it wasn't the cancer that killed him. He was hit by a car at the Georgia-Alabama border yesterday. Seems he was pulled over on the side of the highway when another car hit him.

Tonight he had planned a birthday party for himself at Eyedrum. Around 9PM. What little unofficial word I've heard is that 315's family asked that the party or gathering of friends still happen tonight. That'd be just like him.

Only now it'll be a wake.

Another very warm, sunny day. Started off very overcast with a prediction of rain that never materialized.
The morning was one of those space-headed, very low blood pressure things for reasons unknown. Sometimes nothing flows to my head without my hanging upside down.

Resolution: No more online or credit card purchases.

There are three different things I'm paying for this month on purchases or services I either haven't recieved or have already been cancelled. Emory has still not credited me for the expensive night classes I registered for that were cancelled. MBNA is still billing me finance charges for the computer I've already paid off completely- handling charges included - last month. And I still haven't recieved the Amazon.com DVD's that, according to online communications, were supposed to have been shipped to me on March 10. From now on, I am only purchasing items I can immediately hold in my hands. Not registrations for future events. No catalogue or online purchases. This resolution will continue AT LEAST until I have gotten compensation on the things I've just mentioned.

I so want this job and would be perfect for it.

Plus, they have this wonderful Heidleberg Prosetter that looks like a giant inkjet, completely proportional to small desktop printers including oversize ridges in the plastic ornamentation and the giant power button on the side. I feel like Invader Zim in the darkroom.

And the staff are lovely to be around. I truly hope they like me. I want this job.