calm7:00 AM: Arrive at desk in San Francisco, and settle in for a day of being as productive as I possibly can when I'm leaving the office at one to deal with scary dental things. I am surprisingly productive, largely thanks to my love for the sacred to-do list. If not for the sacred to-do list, I would be a whimpering heap under the bed by now. All hail the sacred to-do list, and all hail Franklin-Covey, the manufacturers of my planner and its various accessories. Seriously. These people save my ass daily.
1:00 PM: Leave the office. Head for the train. Take the train to Borderlands Books, where my usual impeccable timing means a) I miss Jude (rats!), b) the naked cats aren't in the store (double rats!), and c) Cary—in addition to being the only employee present, which reduces the viability of chatting—is in the middle of inventory, and thus borders on negatively social. Purchase several books, because I am me. One of these is a paperback titled Denver Is Missing, by D.F. Jones, who also wrote Earth Has Been Found. Nobody ever gets to call me bad at titles ever ever ever ever again.
4:00 PM: Go to dentist, who prods me repeatedly while going "Does this hurt?" Nothing hurts before it gets prodded. Now...well, pain is annoying but endurable, I suppose.
5:00 PM: Arrive home. Update LJ before preparing for an evening of edits, fuzzy cats, and really lousy horror movies.
Halloween is every day.
June 6 2009, 07:21:08 UTC 8 years ago
Enjoy! But give me a loud, obnoxious clang or buzz every time. Nothing puts me in a foul mood faster than being awakened by pretty, cheerful music. If I have to wake up, at least don't expect me to be happy about it. YM, obviously, Vs.
This attitude no doubt comes in part from my dad's idea of fun being to wake up first, then blast the stereo to wake everyone else up so he can laugh at them. That habit probably also helped form my deep and abiding revulsion for country music.
June 8 2009, 14:04:32 UTC 8 years ago