flat spin

i woke up at 6.30am, and was absolutely certain that i was conscious and lying in bed for less than a minute after turning off the alarm. but i was wrong. so wrong.

8am i realized my error, and had a frightening jump-start to my day. including a freezing shower which did little more than handicap my movements.

i got to the base an hour later than i should have, but fortunately the fixes from the previous night took effect, and there were a grand total of 10 errors, none of them critical.

AMAZING.

we spent the day filing the report on the previous night (almost complete), modifying some bits and pieces of code here and there, and generally trying to be more clever than we were able considering our sleep deprivation.

i tried to sleep a couple of hours, but i just couldn't get comfortable. when i got home, i crashed beautifully. waking up hurt. at least i finally got some laundry done, but my apartment's dusty as hell. maybe i'll clean tomorrow.

i watched a few minutes of human traffic - mainly because i can. i can have things displayed on this "television" thing while i'm doing other things and getting dressed. it's fantastic technology. anyway, i got to thinking about my party days, and it fascinates me that i'm too busy to really escape. the only escape i'm interested in lately is in sleeping enough to be functional.

got to work the wrong way, meaning i unconciously chose the wrong bus. dammit. we're almost ready to begin, i'm exhausted. and that's all i have to say about that.