February 12th, 2007


It's deja vu all over again on Wednesday

Joe Moran says in the Guardian:
You might proclaim your undying love for someone and mean it, but you are not exactly being original. The words "I love you", as the literary theorist Jonathan Culler once wrote, are always a quotation. On Valentine's Day, the war against cliche is futile. Love itself is a cliche. Forget the delicately crafted newspaper message, or the quirky gift like the silver-plated "last Rolo". Buy a giant teddy holding a red satin heart. Or, better still, a helium balloon with a picture of a puppy and the words "I woof you". If you really must persist in this neo-Manichaean heresy, you might as well go with the flow.

Indeed. Few of us have the poetic skills of Shakespeare or Marvell, which makes Hallmark a Good Thing. On the other hand, you could cop P's attitude and refer to the occasion of Bitter Singles' Day. Whatever works for you. (Rachel)
Boss Coffee

Duty or sleep

It's going to be sleep. I can work on this registration stuff tomorrow and Wednesday night. Aside from the data entry of groups and dealers, I need to empty out one of the file bins and at least make a start on filing away the thousands (yes, THOUSANDS) of forms that have come in. Tonight is not the night, though.
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The answer is clearly more sleep, though. I fell asleep Saturday night and woke up feeling horrible at 0530 and immediately realized why - I'd fallen asleep without sticking the nose hose in! First time that's happened in a few years. Sunday night was better, but I was apparently too sleepy when I set the alarm and forgot that it was set for 1000. Fortunately I woke up this morning at 0645, so I had plenty of time to get showered, dressed, test my blood, and wash down the meds with a glass of Land o'Lakes OJ. Which I actually bought just for the taters, eggs and sausage that came with it for free, but it's no worse than some juice I've had in mess halls or OCB. Grabbed the rest of breakfast on the way to the P&R, and I have to say it's a load off my mind to be able to use the drive-through without gassing the people staffing the windows.

Work was. Lots of billing files, lots of new products and product changes, lots of calls from people wanting to know what this charge is on their GL Report...it was a pretty full day, and I fell asleep on the bus home listening to Republica. I don't think the hummus and extra fries I had with the lunchtime gyro helped, frankly.
Related, but superior: today's result of the random walk through Wikipedia. It's always shawirma to me, though someday I'll have to scope out the tacos al pastor , the doner's Mexican cousin.
It almost makes me want to head over to Gyropolis, but not tonight.