underslept?
Wednesday, Feb. 09, 2005,
Top of my list for must see films:
"Bonhoeffer"--a documentary about Dietrich Bonhoeffer, a Christian theologian who gave his all, including life itself, to oppose Hitler and protect Germany's Jewish population. Out on DVD.
"The HitchHiker's Guide to the Galaxy"--say no more! Out in theaters on May 6th. Still trying to get my head around the casting of Mos Def as Ford, though. Sigh. I'm old, and have the old TV and radio series planted too firmly in my brain. And given the apparently spot-on casting of most of the other roles, I'll trust them on Mos Def and Zooey Deschanel (Trillian).
Work is distressing as ever, and destined only to be more so in future. I truly don't know how to cope with either the job I've got, or the job I may get. Perhaps I need to get out of this area within the company...perhaps I need to leave the company altogether. Logic seems dead within those walls, and I can't live without logic.
I have to admit, my neck still hurts. But I have a chiro appt. for later, and I did a couple of things last night that improved the situation. I gave myself a little homemade neck traction, and I slept with a bolster under my neck. When I woke up today, I hurt a lot less. I'm going to ask Dr. L about traction as treatment, and see what he thinks. I keep feeling like it's exactly what I need to relieve the pain and pressure.
I had a weird experience last night...I awoke to the chimes from the clock out in the living room, and feeling like my bladder was going to burst. As I went into the bathroom, I remember thinking how I hoped that the clock wasn't chiming 5, because I was really not ready to get up. I was seriously hoping it was only 4, or better yet, 3. I went back in the bedroom and peered at my clock. It was 11. I'd been asleep all of an hour. But I was so convinced that it was morning, I started wondering what the heck had happened to my clock! I actually put on my glasses and went out to the kitchen to confirm the time on the wall clock. I was finally convinced, or maybe I just gave up trying to understand. I tumbled back to bed not really giving a shit about the time. I guess my logic circuits were unable to get around the fact that I had to pee like it was four in the morning. The worst part was, even after the 11 o'clock trip to the loo, I still had to pry myself off of the mattress at 4, to go pee!
First I oversleep, then I undersleep (by about 6 hours!)...'samatta with me anymore?
GYM REPORT:
27.00 minutes1.44 miles
189 calories
I felt like pushing it too much today would be ill-advised. Just a good, solid walk. Plus, I don't like to get completely sweated up on chiro day. For Dr. L's sake.
Today was weigh-in, and I'm holding steady at 261. Which is to be expected, what with taking four days off from the gym because of my neck, and getting to eat my hubby's extremely fattening cooking. I'm quite happy to merely avoid a gain for this week.
I gave Spouse the word this morning--Since you have the time, get your arse in gear and go see that eye specialist his ophthalmologist told him to see. Find out once and for all what the problem is, and if he needs to go on the glaucoma meds permanently. He needs to get real and start doing something to save the sight he's got left.
Speaking of Spouse, I forgot to mention that I came home from work on Monday to find him heating up the leftovers from Sunday. But not making the rice needed to go with said leftovers. He informed me that he couldn't make the rice, because he couldn't find A) The Rice, and B) The steamer instructions. Well. He had managed to look in the correct cupboard for the rice, but had overlooked the Large White Container that was located in front, at eye level, and marked WHITE RICE, in big black letters. Oooookay, then. And when he took the steamer from its shelf beneath the cooktop, he had completely overlooked the manual for it, upon which it was sitting. The manual which is permanently open to the directions for rice.Needless to say, I located both items with lightning speed, and set them before him. He grabbed the directions, and...well, honest to god, it looked like he was reading them.
He then proceeded to fuck it up. He thought the amount of water given was to put in the bottom, to create the steam. He had no idea, even after reading the instructions, that you filled the bottom to the top line, AND put water in the bowl with the rice.
I'm gettin' reeeeeeeal tired of the bumblefutz routine. It isn't cute and endearing, it doesn't make me want to pat his widdle head and shoo him away so I can do everything myself--hell, it isn't even convincing half the time.
It Gets Old.
Reading: "The Years Best Mystery and Suspense Stories, 1983", edited by Edward D. Hoch. Also, Agatha Christie's "The Secret Adversary"
Listening: XM Radio, 70's on 7. (Bread, Pablo Cruise, Stevie Wonder doing "Sir Duke"--quite an assortment this morning.)
Beading: Nope.