i need more days off like this

Today was so lovely.

I wasn't really able to sleep in as I crashed into bed around 9:30 last night. My calves were so achy and I was out in minutes. So I woke up around 6:30 to a very excited Hobbes who wanted to be fed nownowpleasenownow! I complied, only to shut him up, then prowled around my apartment, gleeful that I could stay in it all day if I wanted to.

I caught up with Amy and then decided to treat myself to breakfast out. I went to the Hi Life and did my French homework. Sarah's right--their blueberry pancakes are the best pancakes in all of Seattle. I got a pedicure and manicure. Then I came home and after such an exhausting morning, took a nap to the background of exploding things on Battlestar Galactica. Hobbes napped with me. Purr. Though I have to admit, he's sometimes hard to nap with, because he's so excited that we're napping that he nearly concusses me with headbutts.

Post-nap, I wandered around, caught up on some TiVo (Jude Law is charming, I really don't care who he has sex with.). I finished my French homework. I'd like to say again that numbers are my nemesis. I had to play the French audio lesson over and over again to understand what the hell the guy was saying. Urgh. But I slogged through each assignment and I think I have a better grasp, if a tenuous one.

Then I spent the rest of the night catching up on BSG. I'm liking the show more, getting more invested in the characters. As savedraa77 says, it's eerie how much it reflects the post-9/11 world we have found ourselves in today. And it's creeping me out. Sarah shared the trivia that episode 8 was aired around the time of Abu Ghraib and I felt vaguely sick watching it, with all kinds of allusions flashing in my head.

Of course the problem with days off is that I end up staying up far too late because I'm too awake from all the relaxation of the day. But it's okay, I think. I think I'll feel okay tomorrow. I can't remember if Jeff will be back from his vacation tomorrow or Wednesday, but I hope he'll be there. I'm dying to catch up with him. I know we talked about having dinner tomorrow night.

And now, a cheerful meme from the journals of rimrunner and leighdb:

( Ten things that make me happy. )

so. incredibly. tired.

As lovely as yesterday was, I think I screwed myself over by not having any outlet for my energy, and thus was unable to go to sleep. Ever.

I watched BSG until 11, and then tried to sleep. And instead began a night of tossing, turning, and occasionally giving in to the call of the 'net. Blah. I am fucked up today. Keep drifting off at my desk.

Work has been merciful. Lots of tying up of loose ends, but nothing that requires the full force of my attention. In other nice news, I got bumped up to second author on the case study, which made me happy.

At first I thought Jeff wasn't going to be here. Then he was, and lo there was much joy. We caught up from our frantic weekends and had a quick lunch at Blue Moon before Jeff had to continue to fight the mountain of backlog that has accrued since his long-weekend away.

Also, I need to catch on to the fact that the weather has changed, and wear more clothing. I'm nigh-hypothermic today. Thin tops are not going to cut it. I want a freaking sweater!

I've got French and I might squeeze some moderate exercise in before passing out early tonight. I want to stop the cycle of insanity and not have this entire week deteriorate into a sleep-deprived haze. I sadly backed out of dinner with Jeff & his genuinely wonderful friends. I'm so tired that I don't think a late dinner out would be good for me, and luckily he understands.

Thank merciful Zeus, I've only got 45 minutes left to the work day!