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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Sunday 25 February 2007 (Day View)
25.02.2007 – Sunday 25 February – Raining, Sunny, Sleepy, Work
- • It’s a lovely day. A rain shower has just passed, and now the freshly cleaned sun is shining down on the newly washed earth. It’s a pleasingly brisk temperature—not too cold, but not yet too hot. It’s the perfect day not to be inside, in front of a pile of computer monitors. Unfortunately, I’m not yet independently wealthy, so can’t yet retire.
I slept in this morning, missing any public transport options to work, so called a taxi—“Honk honk, we have your address recorded as blah, press one if you are ready for a taxi”. I pressed one. “Vroom, vroom. A taxi has been dispatched”. Fifty seconds later, there’s a business-class cab at the front door. Service like this would normally be great—had I been expecting it, and wearing clothes. As it turns out, I can get dressed in sixty five seconds, and the rest I can do in the cab. The air-conditioning even dried my feet before I had to put my socks on.
- • The bakery had both olive and pineapple pizza rolls. I have three types of chocolate—dark with macadamia, rum and raisin, and “Peppermint Affair—a layer of crisp peppermint crunches covered by a layer of smooth, cool peppermint crème”. Music is pumping. Screens are glowing. Not too much is breaking. Work is good, for the first time in a week.
I didn’t get enough sleep any night last week, because I’m stupid and never go to bed early enough when I’m doing early shifts, and I didn’t get my expected sleep-in on Saturday—so I’m running on an average of around five and a half hours sleep a night, across the past week. It’s a liveable level, but means I’m probably running quite well right now—unnecessary parts of me are sleepy, but the vital parts seem to be functioning at peak efficiency. Either that, or the bits that tell me I’m going well, are actually sleeping and just left up “You’re going well” notices so I wouldn’t know they’re slacking off. I’m still a great fan of the theory that I’m naturally overwrought and need relaxing sleepiness to achieve my peak performance.
- • I took my VoIP phone to Maz’s to test, as he’s been having issues with his.