I woke up at 7 AM again instead of 8. It’s actually 8 now and I’ve spent the last hour on my work account trying to pull up mail (or anything else for that matter) and 28.8. It’s not a pretty sight. I gave up with about 100 e-mails to go. I don’t know if this will be held against me or not, since I’ve worked every other vacation in the past, but this year I’m having trouble connecting, opening screens, and just generally being around.
I’m tired. I’m not really grumpy but I’m tired. I’m not really myself either. I think I should feel rested and be full of energy, when really I have a slight headache and my nose itches. I’m craving a soda right now and that’s GOT to be bad for me. This room also smells of a thousand dead smokers, even though it’s a nonsmoking room. I think I’ve been cooped up here so long that I’m finally starting to notice how crappy the room is.
Waiting for my mail to load. It’s one of those things that seems to be painful today. The server could probably go down and come back up three or four times in the time it takes me to load a single page. I don’t know if that’s good or if that’s bad but it’s annoying the heck out of me. I just want to see it list the 24 mail messages I have stored over on reallycool then go on with the day.
I do.
It’s my last day on vacation here. Tomorrow is the long drive home. The major plans for the day are to meet for dinner and that’ll be that. We had one really good day hanging out then the world pops up and every plan has gone to pot. Long time readers KNOW that this is the usual way my vacations go. The one exception was last year in Canada with Laura. She was a force of nature on to herself. Maybe a 20 minute nap in the afternoon, but the rest of the day was spent just on the go, constantly in motion. She’d probably kill me if I made her go at my pace, which is vacationing as an excuse for day long naps, getting things done that I had always planned to do but never had time to do, and, of course, reading.
I’m in the middle of George Carlin’s “Napalm and Silly Putty” right now. Another collection of rants by the master. I’m also reading “Death: At Death’s Door,” an manga adventure featuring Death from the Sandman series. It’s okay so far, the fact that it’s manga is throwing me off a bit but it’s good, it fits right into the “Season of Mists” story line from the main Sandman comics years ago. Totally worth checking out, but be warned — I found it in the middle of the section of manga aimed at young girls at Walden. While it’s totally aimed at fans of Sandman, you might have to see a lot of smiling long legged manga girlie books to get to what you want (note to Brit: if you liked Supergirl, you’ll like this, it’s nutty).
So that’s my day so far. All hour and a half that I’ve been up. I think I’m going to get up, get dressed, then do the math and figure out when the mall opens.
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