I was really dreading trying to do this entry today.

Not because I had something dreadful to say, although that might be fun...

No, it was because I'm so damned tired that I was afraid that I'd sound stupid.

Then I realized... I have never worried about sounding stupid before! And I know that it's been a fairly frequent thing, too. So why worry now?

So I quit worrying, or dreading, or whatever it was.

I had to work really hard last night... for about four hours. Then I went from 100MPH to... zero. Nada. Three hours of down-time, essentially.

This was not good. I had time to think about how much my back hurts and my legs hurt... and how tired I was and how little sleep that I'd had compared to what I wanted.

I got my paperwork done... which requires no head work at all, so that's just more time to feel sorry for myself.

Luckily, I have the knack of laughing at myself when I'm feeling sorry for myself, which distracts me somewhat. Then I realize how pathetic I must look, laughing at my pitiful self... and I really hope that nobody's watching me... and then I think about what they might think if they were watching, and I have to start giggling, then I wonder what would happen if someone saw me NOW, so I laugh a while and then it goes away.

Yes, working by myself on the night shift suits me well, mostly.

I got the results back from the latest survey at Diarist.net; I put in some interesting questions this time, and I'm anxious to tabulate and analyze the data. I always have fun with that part... except that I have to re-learn Excel every damned month...

Good for my brain, though. Keeps it lubricated-like. A slick brain. Slick, sick... whatever.

Unfortunately, that must wait. I have a more urgent task... attaining the deathlike state of utterly tranquil dreamless sleep. Or maybe some erotic dreams... though those usually turn out embarrassing or fatal for me. Just my damned luck, heh. But, I'm always hoping to get lucky... in my dreams, at least.

Well, in my dreams I often find money... that's some kinda luck, isn't it? So, by extension, any other kind of luck is not impossible.

And here I was afraid of sounding stupid.

Goodnight.