Shaken, Not Stirred

So, we had a bit of excitement yesterday. I woke up hoping that it was after eleven o'clock. Not quite, but I decided it was close enough that if I got up right then, I would managed to miss conference. So I got up and proceeded to the bathroom to commence the morning ritual of brushing teeth, getting dressed, etc. Then I hear one of the doors rattling, wondering what the hell? and then I notice that the floor is shaking. Oh, it must be an earthquake. Turns out the earthquake was centered up in Washington. This morning I got up much earlier. I had some books to return to the library, because they were on reserve and I checked them out after midnight, so I got them until nine this morning. This is probably not the best plan, as I end up staying up really late to read and then have to get up early to go return the things, and while I'm up I might as well go to Bio lecture. So I don't get as much sleep as I would like. I didn't even fall asleep in Bio lecture. But I did spend the last twenty minutes of it studying Tai Chi. There wasn't really any way of avoiding the situation last night, though. I did some reading before the MRC meeting, but that reading was in the IMC and I couldn't take it out. And then there was the MRC meeting, which lasted over an hour and a half, and then Jahan needed to write up the minutes of the meeting and got me to help. So, I got back to my room somewhere around 11:30. I didn't really feel like going back to the library, but there were those damn readings! So I took a shower (within fifteen minutes, even!) and then headed off for the library after midnight. So, I checked out the books and got to bring them home overnight. So, I get the reading done, and I don't have to spend all night in the library. Good stuff, that. But then I had to actually get up before nine this morning. I did, but only after kind of waking up to Howard Stern talking to Dr. Ruth and drifting off to sleep again before turning that racket off and having this horrible dream that I would have to write up a report of the interview for the Quest, but I would get a transcript over e-mail that would be sorely in need of editing. Then I actually woke up. The first thought that came to my head was, "Fuck," which I also said out loud. It's just been that kind of day. I'm tired, but not in any sort of way that a nap would exactly fix, because I'm not sleepy and probably couldn't go to sleep right now if I tried. No, I'm tired in an incoherent, pissed of sort of way. It might have something to do with the fact that it's actually raining today. It had been sunny for days, but now it's raining. Which is probably good, because there is a drought this year, apparently. Drought? The grass is still fucking green! And there are no sprinklers, either. At least none that I've seen. The canyon still has plenty of water in it. I don't see any evidence of a damn drought. But then, I'm from the desert. But it's actually raining today. And it's rain with some balls. Not the kind of cojones Albuquerque rain has, but a lot for Portland rain, which usually takes the form of misting and the only way you can tell it's raining is that suddenly you're wet.

Well, I should probably do some work now. Or maybe work on a nap. Or just do nothing for a bit. Glah.