My first excuse is that I went to bed late last night. Zach flew into town at midnight, and even with my extremely generous housemate Ping driving it was unreasonably late by the time we got back to the house, gave a brief tour, got sleeping spots set up and went to bed.
My second excuse is that I didn't sleep well even after I went to bed. I'm not sure why -- it was cold in my room, I was guilty over undone schoolwork, my roommate was up doing physics problem sets, something.
My third excuse is that my mental acuity is not at its highest in the morning under any circumstances. I can more or less handle an uncomplicated morning routine; deviations tend to confuse me.
I have no fourth excuse. Frankly I'm not sure I should have any excuses. All I know is that I woke up at 7:00 this morning when my alarm clock went off, put some clothes on, dragged Zach out of bed and pointed him in the direction of breakfast, and then dashed out the door to Taekwondo.
At 8:00.
My Taekwondo class is at 9.
I still don't understand how it happened; I recall looking at my alarm clock last night and thinking to myself that it was set for 8. It's not Daylight Saving Time yet (or do I mean that it's still Daylight Saving Time?); my watch is correct; the clock in my dining room is correct even though I blithely assumed it wasn't. But somehow I managed to cheat myself of an hour of sleep, shaving last night's total rest from a scant 6 hours to a scant 5 hours to absolutely no practical purpose.
At least it explains why I feel like such a fucking wreck this morning. I think I'm going to go to Taekwondo and then come home and nap all day.
Posted by dianna at September 28, 2006 08:50 AMBefore you make nap-related plans, we should clarify the key situation. Did you give me a back-up set of keys, or your actual keys? Because if a back-up, everything's fine. If, however, you are currently keyless, we should find one another so I can give you your keys back. I locked your room door when I left, figuring it was best to err on the side of caution.
And speaking of keys, my little mneumonic saved me fully 5 seconds this morning when locking your door. Then I foolishly squandered a minute telling you about it here. Still, coupled with your error, I'm now up 59 minutes, 30 seconds on the day. Woo!
P.S. I am in the library now, on the Clerk computer. Why did you guys save all the garbage I left behind?
Posted by: Zach at September 28, 2006 09:45 AMIt somehow slipped my mind that you'd be here this week, Zach. Both you and Dianna are cordially invited to a Pizza and Ridiculous Movie Party at my place this coming Friday evening. The name of the movie escapes me, but it's Japanese and supposedly a thrill ride of wackiness. Most of the pizza will be from Zachary's, but vegan options are available from either Spud's or the Pizza Plaza (Palace? Place? Store?) that recently opened only a few blocks from my house. Give me a call if interested.
Posted by: Jacob at September 28, 2006 09:54 AMWhy? Because we're clerks. It's in the job requirements: "must have dysfunctional relationship to useless crap". I'm a pack rat and Bridget, as far as I can tell, just isn't interesting in cleaning things up. Anyway, I'm not even sure what garbage you're referring to. There's stuff on this desk I've never even looked at.
Pizza and Ridiculous Movie Party sounds like fun. And I'd love to try the Pizza Hovel, Pizza Tenement or Rutted Pizza Lane or whatever it actually it.
Posted by: Zach but actually Dianna at September 28, 2006 10:44 AMIt took me the longest time to figure out that it was actually Dianna who made that comment.
Food Hole!
Posted by: Jacob at September 28, 2006 10:57 AMGah! You're right! I am not Zach. I am, however, prone to blithely assume that my identity won't change itself while I'm not looking. Serves me right, I suppose.
Grump grump grump. I blame the lack of sleep.
Posted by: Dianna at September 28, 2006 11:08 AMI like the fact that one fewer hour of sleep is enough to make you officially a fucking wreck, when the minus-1-hour operation turns out still to yield a positive sleep value of five hours. Lest you should be tempted to experiment more drastically with sleep reduction, I caution you: attempting to subtract one hour of sleep from an original sleep value of
Ask how I know!
Posted by: katie at September 28, 2006 05:31 PMYour blog hates my comments, dammit. It was supposed to read:
Attempting to subtract one hour of sleep from an original sleep value of less than one hour returns a negative sleep value, or a state of anti-sleep. Since this situation is existentially impossible, it means that technically the anti-sleeper is not actually alive, although they are also not actually dead. Thus:
Less than 1 sleep unit minus 1 sleep unit equals zombie. QED.
See, it's not funny anymore since I had to type it again. But perhaps the fuckup is a better illustration of the principle.
Posted by: katie at September 28, 2006 05:37 PMThat theory certainly gives credence to the saying, "You can negative sleep when you're undead."
Posted by: Jacob at September 28, 2006 06:37 PMIf I had a plate of brains for every time I've heard that one...
Posted by: katie at September 29, 2006 12:00 PMA less-than sign in a comment will be interpreted as HTML and/or sleepy zombies eat comments on Dianna's blog.
Posted by: sean at September 29, 2006 12:40 PMI vote for sleepy zombies.
Sleepy Zombies in '06! Isn't it time we had an elected official with brains?
Posted by: Dianna at September 29, 2006 01:37 PM