Green Dragon, Red Dragon
Ha! I am still up! Who needs sleep when they have stubbornness?
Per the last post of much babble-babble and worry-wringing and "hang on hang on hang on I gotta tell ya one more thing" as arms are half in sleeves at the door, Mike's doctor is out of town and says it isn't urgent. Which is good. Except Mike feels bad. But the doctor doesn't feel bad, so that is good. It's all good. Except for the bad parts. But at least they are good.
It's so much fun typing on empty.
The problem with not getting enough sleep is that, in addition to being punch-drunk jibbery jabbery, you can also get sloppy and emotional. I wrote Mike a note before leaving that covered the fridge. I hugged those students who like to do the hug thing. (I'm a terrible hugger. I can't even hug Mike without trying to get a back scratch out of it. Mmmm. And of course there are the stupid legal issues with hugging kids.) I watched The Odyssey five times in a row without getting overly MST3K.
I did have the sense to put a few letters of recommendation aside for future proofreading. I'm afraid if I edited them today I might overlook some XOXOs or "Little Johnny makes puppies fart rainbows, he's so awesome!" - that kind of thng. Inappropriate glee, it is my friend.
Oh, and I almost initiated a conversation in the staff restroom today. That is so not me. Not even if I recognize the shoes. And sometimes I want to just bring a separate pair of "potty shoes" to work so people don't recognize me and ask questions while I'm trying to sort whatever out.
Hey! Million-dollar idea: quick-change designer covers for disguising your shoes. Think "elegant snugglie galoshes made of natural fibres and 'ew-resistant' soles." I'm going to be rich. I'll see about starting production just as soon as I get that nap.
But first, I have to play Legend of the Red Dragon on Facebook. Back in the nineties, I signed up for every BBS in the Austin area that offered the "Legend of the Red Dragon" door game. I installed my own WWIV software just so I could run it, hack it, and not have to wait until midnight to call everywhere in town. (If you were in the same place, space, and time, I went by variants of "Franny," especially "Franny Faire." I had a Salinger problem. I'm better now. Still go bananafishing sometimes, but mostly prefer to tithe to the fat lady.)
So, for about the four-hundredth post in a row, an ARGH on both your houses, Heather and Anne, for reuniting me with Legend of the Green Dragon (it's a re-pigmented knockoff), thanks to Facebook. Before World of Warcraft, before MUDs, there was Seth the Bard and his Jennie Garth fixation. You don't know what you've unleashed...
Per the last post of much babble-babble and worry-wringing and "hang on hang on hang on I gotta tell ya one more thing" as arms are half in sleeves at the door, Mike's doctor is out of town and says it isn't urgent. Which is good. Except Mike feels bad. But the doctor doesn't feel bad, so that is good. It's all good. Except for the bad parts. But at least they are good.
It's so much fun typing on empty.
The problem with not getting enough sleep is that, in addition to being punch-drunk jibbery jabbery, you can also get sloppy and emotional. I wrote Mike a note before leaving that covered the fridge. I hugged those students who like to do the hug thing. (I'm a terrible hugger. I can't even hug Mike without trying to get a back scratch out of it. Mmmm. And of course there are the stupid legal issues with hugging kids.) I watched The Odyssey five times in a row without getting overly MST3K.
I did have the sense to put a few letters of recommendation aside for future proofreading. I'm afraid if I edited them today I might overlook some XOXOs or "Little Johnny makes puppies fart rainbows, he's so awesome!" - that kind of thng. Inappropriate glee, it is my friend.
Oh, and I almost initiated a conversation in the staff restroom today. That is so not me. Not even if I recognize the shoes. And sometimes I want to just bring a separate pair of "potty shoes" to work so people don't recognize me and ask questions while I'm trying to sort whatever out.
Hey! Million-dollar idea: quick-change designer covers for disguising your shoes. Think "elegant snugglie galoshes made of natural fibres and 'ew-resistant' soles." I'm going to be rich. I'll see about starting production just as soon as I get that nap.
But first, I have to play Legend of the Red Dragon on Facebook. Back in the nineties, I signed up for every BBS in the Austin area that offered the "Legend of the Red Dragon" door game. I installed my own WWIV software just so I could run it, hack it, and not have to wait until midnight to call everywhere in town. (If you were in the same place, space, and time, I went by variants of "Franny," especially "Franny Faire." I had a Salinger problem. I'm better now. Still go bananafishing sometimes, but mostly prefer to tithe to the fat lady.)
So, for about the four-hundredth post in a row, an ARGH on both your houses, Heather and Anne, for reuniting me with Legend of the Green Dragon (it's a re-pigmented knockoff), thanks to Facebook. Before World of Warcraft, before MUDs, there was Seth the Bard and his Jennie Garth fixation. You don't know what you've unleashed...
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