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First, an irrelevant aside: another "Switch" parody --
"I'm Steve,
and I'm a supervillain..." (Thanks to speaker2animals
for the URL.)
Hmm. Saturday sort of didn't happen. I woke up -- not feeling great, but not feeling terrible -- and figured I'd take care of my plans for the day. Next thing I know, I'm nodding off again only a couple of hours later, and don't wake up until 16:00. In and out of drowsy mode since. Nastybad headache, but I don't think this one is a migraine. I think it's just a combination of wonky sleep and allergies. Whee. Anyhow, I spent a little while checking email and then grabbed a small bit of food ('cause I still thought I was going to be heading to Bowie later, and Mom usually feeds me), and went to set the VCRs to record the shows I wanted ... and never made it back out of the bedroom again until now. Oh, add hunger to the probable causes of the headache. Only just starting to notice my stomach, but all I've eaten was the aforementioned snack. Whoops. Did not plan it that way. The one good thing was that I was in the room to notice that hockey was on instead of the musical I wanted to tape, thus saving me three hours of tape.
Hmm. Better stop typing and eat or drink something. Be right back.
Oh bother. I just tripped and fell up the stairs. No injury, but I spilled stuff. Just an annoyance.
Anywho, I probably should've given up a lot earlier and just grabbed another snack and gone back to sleep, but as usual, I got less done by trying to hard -- kept telling myself I had to get up and get moving, until it was too late to do anything and I was that more more tired. ( restless, distracted, zoned, unproductive evening )
( thoughts about mandolins )Then again, it's been so long since I've played mandolin in front of anybody. In The Homespun Ceilidh Band I'm on guitars full-time; and in Thrir Venstri Foetr, either we're understaffed and I'm needed on guitar, recorder, or percussion, or Maugorn is there and it makes more sense for him to play mandolin parts than for me to. I have this vague feeling that I ought to do something about that, but "figure out what I need to do" is going to have to get appended to the end of my already too-long to-do list.
And one more unrelated bit, to bookend the entry -- I just ran across a new, cool word. (Dunno how new it is, but I don't recall seeing it before.) "Outcrufting" Worth adding to my vocabulary. (On the one hand, there are perfectly useful words and phrases for that. On the other hand, the great thing about having so many options for English word-choices is the ability to choose just the exact nuance and mood for the situation. Linguistically, throwing together a word like "outcrufting", even if it weren't for the "cruft" root, strikes me as a particularly Hackish-dialect thing to do, partly for wanting the nuance in conveys in the first place. Or maybe I'm just overthinking it.)
(Closing grumble ... my PPP connection is up -- in fact, I just killed it and restored it to make sure it wasn't wedged funny or something -- but I can't get packets past my ISP's machine on the other end of the phone line and out into the rest of the Internet. Oh wait, I can ping the shell users machine at my ISP but not traceroute to it. Odd. Depending on whether I can hit LiveJournal or not right now, this might not get posted until a while after I've finished writing it.)