I’m at work now. Been solving the weird little email and DNS problems which came in the night to my inbox.
The light’s blinking on my phone but I’m not quite up to voicemail yet. I wish that little light would just fuck off.
My heart’s thumping wildly every few minutes, just to keep me on my toes.
I’m drinking a Nissan thermos full of chamomile tea. (It’s significantly more subtle than, say, Xanax, but it does help with the stress of a geeked out amygdala!) (And here is a bunch of useful info on herbal support for anxiety, should you happen to care.)
I’m wearing my pajamas, more or less, under a skirt and a massively oversized fuzzy I stold from Mr. Brett. I did manage to bathe and put my contacts in, though, so I’m not totally wretched – just mostly wretched.
All I want to do is go to sleep. I AM SO TAKING A NAP THE VERY MINUTE I GET HOME TONIGHT. If I can, that is.
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Please explain how/why you are wearing your pjs to work? I need to know so I can see if I can do that…by the by, it’s snowing like mad here again, then it turns to rain and then snow. It’s a fun time in the Rockies.
Well, it’s like this. I’m a geek. I work in the engineering department of an ISP. No customers ever see me, so there’s basically no dress code.
So I was wearing cotton PJs and didn’t want to change, so I threw on a long skirt and a sweater over them and walked out the door. It’s really easy. 😉