more on sleep deprivation
I forgot to turn on my alarm last night. I woke up in the middle of this dream in which I and Morgan Freeman (?) were running around as soldiers in this futuristic dystopia (maybe because I started back into Ender's Game last night), which somehow segued into a Seinfeld movie. I don't even like Seinfeld. The implausibility of that was enough for my subconscious to interject a "Hey, isn't today Monday? Shouldn't there be an alarm or something about now?"
I checked the clock and it said 9:55. I got into work at about 10:30.
It seems appropriate punishment, then, that I'm going to have to force myself to get into work at 9 for the rest of the week. It's going to kill me, but my demi-boss is up from Chicago and there are going to be meetings. Lots of meetings. I don't know how I'm going to stay awake.
I gave up and picked up the Vice City hint guide yesterday (I wanted to get the with all the secrets), along with a couple of novels by Charlotte MacLeod (who wrote Rest You Merry). I'll start into them when I'm done Ender's Game.
I had a migraine most of the day yesterday. I could really do with some more sleep. And better air. My neighbour across the hall has decided that everybody should experience her incense, and has left a few sticks out in the stairwell for us to enjoy. I hate incense. Bad enough when she was keeping the stuff in her apartment. I realize the stairwell routinely smells bad, but not it smells bad with incense. She's probably smoking pot. I hope the landlord sees it and does something about it.