I just can't sleep, dammit.
Got to bed about 02:00 last night, up at 04:30. Tyler was still up, and I made him stay up and go out and apply for some jobs... he was pissed at me, which is good in a way.
On the other hand, he didn't apply for any jobs for which he would need to take a drug test, although they are plentiful. Manpower is where he went. And the one job that he applied for was the highest-paying on the list, so that he has virtually no chance of getting it.
I'm starting to see a pattern here.
And I really don't like it much.
Jobs, as a whole, are plentiful in Topeka, and pretty much nation-wide. The economy is good after almost eight years of Democratic Progress... (What's the emoticon for sarcasm, anybody know?)
Actually, that was not really sarcastic in direct reference, as it would seem, but in response to all of the Clinton-haters (heh... my spell-checker wanted to change that to Calamitousness...) out there who claim that he's the worst pres that we've ever had...
Sure, that's right, let me get goofy and then start rambling on about politics.
OK, back to the main reason for the goofiness: sleep. I tried to go to sleep about 13:00 today, but it didn't work. 15:00, it didn't work. 16:00... I slept until 17:45.
This is just not right, dammit. I haven't got a full eight hours in a long, long time, it seems. And it has, indeed, affected my mental processes.
I think that it's probably the medication more than anything else, and I've still got another three days of that... and by then, I'll have gotten back into the swing of things at work.
Speaking of which, I'll be working a coupla extra nights on the end of this cycle, since they haven't hired anyone for the opposite shift yet. I'm not really sure what's going to happen there, my supervisor says that she doesn't want me to have to work too hard, but when I make suggestions of how I would like to do it, I get ignored, it seems. Of course, she has to work some other people into the holes...
Good news... JD will be coming up next week for a week, I'm really looking forward to seeing him. He'll be bringing his new computer with him so that he can get all of the MP3 files that Tyler and I have accumulated... well, he probably doesn't want any of mine.
Screwed around more with the Linux machines during my half-awake day, accomplished nothing except putting more questions into my thick skull, it seems. The "good" Linux box won't recognize the NICs that I put in, and I can't figger that one out at all, 'cause it did before, and I didn't do anything to change that, I didn't think. Those last three words are the clue. I'm finding thinking to be really hard right now, so I'll just keep on writing...
I do have a big day tomorrow... I have to get my lipid study done at 06:00 (my choice) and then the annual treadmill at 07:00, then a cardiologist's appointment at 13:00. With any luck, I can avoid the last one and come home and sleep before I go to work tomorrow night.
For the Cardiolite treadmill, I get injected with a radioisotope while I'm at my maximum heartrate, then I get scanned. Then I come back three hours later and get scanned again. During that break, I need to go to the courthouse and pay our real estate taxes, dammit.
Anyway, you can expect a full report on that tomorrow evening or Thursday morning, whichever comes first.
That was funny enough that I won't delete it. I'm really, really sure that tomorrow evening will come before Thursday morning. See what I mean? Goofy. What I really meant to say.... let me think this one out... is that if I don't get a chance to write about it tomorrow, I will; otherwise, I will write about it on Thursday. There. That's better.
It's hard to be clear when you're clearly goofy, and I think that I'll stop trying... it's making my head swim. I'm gonna eat something and take my pills and go to bed now, even though it's really early... like 20:20 (that's 8:20 PM, not the TV show)...