I have returned from San Francisco and had myself a nice time. Saturday, I visited my friend from 9th grade honors English whom I hadn't seen in over ten years, who now lives with his girlfriend in Berkeley. It was one of the nicest mornings I can remember having in a while. Donned the Reese's costume once more and went to a party Saturday night. My friend with whom I was staying was a woman caught in a hurricane, complete with broken umbrella and empty plastic bags full of mustard and things stuck all over her. Nobody talked to us.
Yesterday was my day alone in the city. Went to MOMA, which is something I always do in S.F., for some reason. Dropped by a caf exhibit at the Sir Francis Drake, rode the trolly to Fisherman's Wharf, had a mediocre lunch with a fantastic view, and started my journey homeward around 3:00PM. I didn't return to L.A. until 8, and it occurred to me that it would have taken me the same amount of travel time if I had driven rather than flown.
I'm a bit daunted by my promise to write 25 stories now. I think I would prefer to work on four excellent ones rather than 25 that are so-so. I'm also working my arse off this week now that one of the most annoying men I worked with quit with no notice. It's good that he quit, bad that we have to pick up his slack. Ah, well.
Off to vote...
Yesterday was my day alone in the city. Went to MOMA, which is something I always do in S.F., for some reason. Dropped by a caf exhibit at the Sir Francis Drake, rode the trolly to Fisherman's Wharf, had a mediocre lunch with a fantastic view, and started my journey homeward around 3:00PM. I didn't return to L.A. until 8, and it occurred to me that it would have taken me the same amount of travel time if I had driven rather than flown.
I'm a bit daunted by my promise to write 25 stories now. I think I would prefer to work on four excellent ones rather than 25 that are so-so. I'm also working my arse off this week now that one of the most annoying men I worked with quit with no notice. It's good that he quit, bad that we have to pick up his slack. Ah, well.
Off to vote...
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The aerobed I have is just a regular old camping sized one, but now that I see they have these raised pillowtop jobs, I gots to have me one!
As far as early mornings, every cell in my being revolts at the idea. I feel nauseous, headache prone, dizzy, sometimes I vomit a little, I'm physically clumsy, my memory becomes poor, my thought process is fragmented, I put the milk in the cupboard and the grape-nuts in the fridge, sound and noises become exaggerated and irritating, etc. I'll bite your fucking head off in the early morning. My mind doesn't start waking up until after about 2pm, and no real thinking gets done before 6. My golden time is after about 10pm until I retire in the wee hours. It doesn't matter how many hours of sleep I get; if I awake too early, I'm sluggish and lethargic all day. On the other hand, I only need 7-8 hours of sleep to feel great as long as I can get up at after 10am. So, I'm scared of all these things associated with early mornings. I'm weird, if you haven't already noticed.
The traditional wisdom of my childhood always dictated that I was "lazy" because of this and that I should be broken and molded into an 8-5 schedule. It never worked. My grades in school were always worse during early morning periods. Only in my post-secondary education was I able to break this cycle by always choosing classes that started in the afternoon or evening. Anyway, recent research has now proven that people's propensity for morning or night is regulated by our circadian ryhthm or "chronotype" which differs for each individual by as much as 8 hours. There's even research that suggests variations are determined by a single gene, so all this may soon be able to be quantified, and with the advent of gene therapy, even altered. I can't even imagine what being a "morning person" feels like. Perhaps someday I will. So, this is exciting news, not only for retribution purposes, but in the sense that it might de-thaw the rigid rules of the American workplace. Whenever possible, why not have employees work when they are most productive? Makes sense to me. I hope this is the case, since my proclivity for night has been the biggest obstacle for me as I've tried to thrive in an organizational setting. So far, I've managed to find flexible employers that are a bit more forward thinking, and would rather have me doing better work than going to get coffee with co-workers first thing in the morning. It's an issue though from time to time that I still have to defend and contend with. Eventually I see myself being self-employed probably when I get fed up.
I like the flavor of your dream. Though I've been known to interpret dreams quite accurately, I'm not going to touch this one.
And yeah, Sean Combs == Puff Daddy, who is quite possibly my polar opposite. And I thought minuet was a type of rice; this big white boy don't dance!
Have a good day, I'm off to finish learning about "electrical safety in an R & D setting".