Brrrr
15 March 2001
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2:58 PM: Damn, I'm freezing. The heat has been on for days now, I'm sure it's not really that cold in here. Thermostat in the hallway reads 74 degrees F. That doesn't necessarily have much bearing on what it's like all the way back here in my bedroom, of course, but still I doubt that Winter has somehow popped up from its hiding place under my desk.
No, I'm betting that this is somehow related to not having been asleep since around 11 PM yesterday. Doesn't your body temperature drop when it's time to sleep? Read that somewheres I think. At this point I'm not surprised by any odd symptoms, I left the standard envelope sizes behind a long time ago.
The funniest part of it all is that people at work are all as impressed as heck by my hours. Doesn't occur to them that if I had actually been doing any work for the last, oh, six? eight months? I wouldn't have to be doing it all now. Well, it doesn't occur to some of them. I bet my manager guy has some idea about that. Maybe not, though. I always amaze myself with what I can get away with. My attitude is not the best for self-assessment, though.
They were all sold out of the boxes of candy at the liquor store yesterday, dang it. But they did have the good kind of digestives, with dark chocolate on one side. Nothing quite completes a cuppa like a few good biscuits. Affected? I say, what would make you think such a thing?
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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