Monday,
March 24, 2003
Back to reality
This is going to be a quick one, kids, because I have to get up at a Reasonable Hour tomorrow in order to be able to leave work early and pick up the Brits from the airport.
In short -- the moment the sun came up Jordan kept waking me up every half hour on the half hour by nipping or poking me with a claw because he wanted to play. Dratted cat. Got up, got dressed, headed into work to find three highly amusing buttons perched on my keyboard (thanks, Steve). I immediately donned one and taped the "Why Am I Working Here?" button to my monitor -- must find a good place to display the third one.
The day itself was uneventful, which is nice -- I need some uneventfulness after a con weekend. Oh, no, I tell a lie -- we met up with Steve's friend Eric for lunch at the Greek Isles. Eric is a programmer, mathematician and walking, talking genius. They started talking about automata (which Eric was kind enough to define for me) and the underlying structure of the universe while I sat there listening intently and trying not to dribble into my salad. I actually think I picked up some useful points for the story we're doing -- must get back to work on that this week, by the way.
Unfortunately, I had some bad news in the gym that afternoon -- a week of being sick and eating crap topped off by a weekend spent at a con meant a small but unwelcome increase on the scales. Which I figured would happen -- I planned on eating better as of today and went out and pumped some serious iron for a half hour -- but it's still depressing.
Or maybe I was just tired (thanks, Jordan). After that, I decided to blow off class and spend my last night alone updating various web pages, doing laundry and eating a roast chicken sandwich from Subway (only 9 grams of fat, and oh my GOD it tastes good). And now that this is done, I'm hauling my abundant butt off to bed.
Night, all.