SA 12/16 "Give yourself a gold star!"
Dec. 16th, 2002 12:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cthulhia
I happened to be reading this entry allowed while half my project team was up here freaking about how the further-redesigned florida logo was still not printing out when I read today's entry. So another contractor, who is studying to be a massage therapist, and deals with new ageness in school, was quickly making barfing noises.
I am so not a fan of the give yourself a gold star for just being you game. You can hear the obligatory overly cute grin just when I type this. Imagine the giant sandworm monster head coming down and chomping the cutesy. Doesn't it make you feel better?
I am not having a gold star day.
Sleep deprivation because wow, finding out the last single girlfriend from high school is getting married is more major trauma than expected.Mostly Officially, I don't care, but, damn, it would be nice if anyone ever asked. (Really asked, before you all start getting cute in the comments.) To be the most important other person in someone's life, like ever. (I make a lot of top 100 lists, and maybe even a few top 10, but, I have yet to be on anyone's top 1 list. No, not even my parents, only firstborns get that, really.)
Memories of staring out of the basement window while waiting for the college radio DJs to play my request, wondering if I'd always feel alone. Wondering if it really would be better in 10, 20, years. In my bed, at 33, realizing how little progress I've made. I still have the same toy octopus in my bed. (And I didn't start sleeping with him until [the New Bride-to-be] and I read about Simon Le Bon and his girlfriend both sleeping with stuffed animals and trading them when he was on tour because they smelled like each other. I didn't even sleep with toys as a kid. Sometimes a snoring bony hound or balled up cat-hair factories, but no bears or bunnies or stuff like that. )
It took a mantra of "I need the sleep too much to cry right now, dammit" and I still needed rehydration in the middle of the night. The Pizza fairy caught me. I must've been visibly upset. He left me two (2) slices this morning. Except that I already have a lunch date with Magid. So I had them for breakfast, not that I need to eat again, ever. I mean, check out all the chins I had on the trolley! (The other photos, however, are really quite spiffy. I'm not so deeply in SUCK mode to have missed that part.)
My uberboss caught me reading LJ. But, well, I was waiting for a decision on logos and layers before hauling into PDF mode. Meanwhile, a lot of deleting of extraneous text-boxes, listening to another co-worker discover the Alien Delete Quark Easter Egg for the first time.
I wonder if I should screenshot that lil' guy into a user icon. I should user-icon-ize one of my pysanky, but I can't decide on which one.
I am so not a fan of the give yourself a gold star for just being you game. You can hear the obligatory overly cute grin just when I type this. Imagine the giant sandworm monster head coming down and chomping the cutesy. Doesn't it make you feel better?
I am not having a gold star day.
Sleep deprivation because wow, finding out the last single girlfriend from high school is getting married is more major trauma than expected.
Memories of staring out of the basement window while waiting for the college radio DJs to play my request, wondering if I'd always feel alone. Wondering if it really would be better in 10, 20, years. In my bed, at 33, realizing how little progress I've made. I still have the same toy octopus in my bed. (And I didn't start sleeping with him until [the New Bride-to-be] and I read about Simon Le Bon and his girlfriend both sleeping with stuffed animals and trading them when he was on tour because they smelled like each other. I didn't even sleep with toys as a kid. Sometimes a snoring bony hound or balled up cat-hair factories, but no bears or bunnies or stuff like that. )
It took a mantra of "I need the sleep too much to cry right now, dammit" and I still needed rehydration in the middle of the night. The Pizza fairy caught me. I must've been visibly upset. He left me two (2) slices this morning. Except that I already have a lunch date with Magid. So I had them for breakfast, not that I need to eat again, ever. I mean, check out all the chins I had on the trolley! (The other photos, however, are really quite spiffy. I'm not so deeply in SUCK mode to have missed that part.)
My uberboss caught me reading LJ. But, well, I was waiting for a decision on logos and layers before hauling into PDF mode. Meanwhile, a lot of deleting of extraneous text-boxes, listening to another co-worker discover the Alien Delete Quark Easter Egg for the first time.
I wonder if I should screenshot that lil' guy into a user icon. I should user-icon-ize one of my pysanky, but I can't decide on which one.
