After work last night I wasn't able to get to sleep; that was 10 hours ago. Still haven't been able to get to sleep, despite having taken four Ambiens. Normally one is enough, but whatever's going on with my physiology at present just isn't having it. *sigh*
So now I'm trying 16mg of Gabitril and 2mg of Xanax along with two glasses of [Yellow Tail] Chardonnay. Just starting on my second glass of chard now. *hic*
I'm so homesick I can hardly stand it. I put in a request to Sig, the CEO of directNIC (my employer) who has been maintaining the "interdictor" livejournal account since Mike and Daniel went to Tampa, for going back down to New Orleans and working in the office for a week or so. Being stuck in the office won't be much fun, but at least I'd be a bit more prepared this time. Assuming I get the assignment.
As a way to kill time and get something productive done, I drove to a Firestone franchise in Nashville and had new brake pads and brake shoes replace my old ones, which were still the factory jobs that came when the car with it was manufactured six years ago. Not bad for factory parts, eh? I got a new battery for the car, too, since the factory battery had split and been glued back together with epoxy about two years ago. Total cost for parts, installation and labour: $353. Getting paid (with a $500 bonus) and getting my $2000 FEMA cheque during the same week seems to have come in handy for this sort of thing. So now I can at least drive back to NO without much worry. Next up is a new windscreen, which has four bullet-hole-sized dings on it, thanks to getting stuck in traffic behind dump trucks laden with gravel. I just need to work out what my insurance deductible is, so I can determine how much they'll cover and how much I'll have to front for a new windshield. The problem is that all my insurance papers are at home, which is of course inaccessable. Doh. Will have to look into that further.
My dad is semiconscious on the couch in front of the TV watching ancient reruns of Davey & Goliath. I'd laugh, but I appreciate how precious sleep is, so I'll let him and his hokey cartoons be.
I want to summer over in Antarctica someday. May as well blue-sky while I've got nothing else to do but wait. Then again I'd like to climb Mount Everest someday, so who knows. I guess I'll need lots of money and excellent physical fitness to do either. But maybe someday. Who knows?
The question of the year thus far is where I'll end up by 2006. Will I be home, safe, in Metairie? Or will I be working for directNIC, still, only in Austin or Tampa, or one of the holdovers in the DN datacenter in New Orleans? I'm sick of waiting. Info on this stuff is as rare as iridium on earth.
The most important thing I need to remember is this: Wake up, breathe, keep breathing.
BTW. Sophie is brilliant and beautiful. Manko is pretty like drugs. Posh is the Übegeek, hellishly hot SG. Cat is not only extremely beautiful but could almost certainly kick my ass into a month of Sundays. Venla's beatiful hair, bouneaous breasts and Finn heritage make my heart flutter.
So now I'm trying 16mg of Gabitril and 2mg of Xanax along with two glasses of [Yellow Tail] Chardonnay. Just starting on my second glass of chard now. *hic*
I'm so homesick I can hardly stand it. I put in a request to Sig, the CEO of directNIC (my employer) who has been maintaining the "interdictor" livejournal account since Mike and Daniel went to Tampa, for going back down to New Orleans and working in the office for a week or so. Being stuck in the office won't be much fun, but at least I'd be a bit more prepared this time. Assuming I get the assignment.
As a way to kill time and get something productive done, I drove to a Firestone franchise in Nashville and had new brake pads and brake shoes replace my old ones, which were still the factory jobs that came when the car with it was manufactured six years ago. Not bad for factory parts, eh? I got a new battery for the car, too, since the factory battery had split and been glued back together with epoxy about two years ago. Total cost for parts, installation and labour: $353. Getting paid (with a $500 bonus) and getting my $2000 FEMA cheque during the same week seems to have come in handy for this sort of thing. So now I can at least drive back to NO without much worry. Next up is a new windscreen, which has four bullet-hole-sized dings on it, thanks to getting stuck in traffic behind dump trucks laden with gravel. I just need to work out what my insurance deductible is, so I can determine how much they'll cover and how much I'll have to front for a new windshield. The problem is that all my insurance papers are at home, which is of course inaccessable. Doh. Will have to look into that further.
My dad is semiconscious on the couch in front of the TV watching ancient reruns of Davey & Goliath. I'd laugh, but I appreciate how precious sleep is, so I'll let him and his hokey cartoons be.
I want to summer over in Antarctica someday. May as well blue-sky while I've got nothing else to do but wait. Then again I'd like to climb Mount Everest someday, so who knows. I guess I'll need lots of money and excellent physical fitness to do either. But maybe someday. Who knows?
The question of the year thus far is where I'll end up by 2006. Will I be home, safe, in Metairie? Or will I be working for directNIC, still, only in Austin or Tampa, or one of the holdovers in the DN datacenter in New Orleans? I'm sick of waiting. Info on this stuff is as rare as iridium on earth.
The most important thing I need to remember is this: Wake up, breathe, keep breathing.
BTW. Sophie is brilliant and beautiful. Manko is pretty like drugs. Posh is the Übegeek, hellishly hot SG. Cat is not only extremely beautiful but could almost certainly kick my ass into a month of Sundays. Venla's beatiful hair, bouneaous breasts and Finn heritage make my heart flutter.
jenya:
lots of HUGS