Today was not a banner day for me.
Oh, not like i set fire to anything, caused anything to explode and i'm pretty sure i'm not responsible for any loss of life (directly at least), i wasn't exactly in prime mental shape today.
Worst thing is that i have no idea why.
i had plenty of sleep last night (even with a raccoon doing a rather good impression of someone creeping around my window at 3 AM), had a nice, restful weekend and was actually pretty rarin' to go work wise. i have a list of stuff what needs doing, a clear course of action on how to accomplish said tasks, and a mostly clear schedule to accomplish them. Didn't get a lick of any of that stuff done though.
For whatever reason, Mr. Brain decided to shut down on me. Oh sure, i tried to actually do some of the stuff, except that i'd find myself five minutes later wondering how Derek will justify this to D or hoping that one day Pixar will just release all their shorts on DVD. Usually after a brisk mental lashing, i'd once again set into the task at hand only to get confused and lost along the way. Possibly due to some particularly shiny dustspeck.
Thing is, i know everyone has days like that. Days when you make up for exceptionally productive periods. i just wish that i had some sort of warning about it.
So i can line up better stuff to get distracted on that's a bit more useful.
It wasn't a case of me being dumb, it was the calm before the storm. Right, let me go put out another dozen fires or so.
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LMAO.
There's no way I could get D to accept that. The tradeoffs of a relationship is, I guess, that I can no longer drop ungodly sums of cash on geeky sci-fi Lego gear.
It's a fair trade, really, if you're playing the long-game. :-)