Once again, I don't feel like a new man. Mostly 'cause I couldn't get to sleep... and when I did, I woke up way too soon.
I don't really feel all that bad, compared to yesterday, but I do have a headache that I can't seem to get rid of today.
I just got a call from my supervisor... I had forgotten that I'm supposed to take call tonight. I told her that I would, it's not like I'm going to go in and work all night.
Right now, I need to go out and run some errands. Bank, gotta pick up some milk, gotta pick up some Weed-Be-Gone™ too. I haven't been out of the house except to get the paper and the mail since Monday when I came home from work.
21:29...
I had a really horrible thing happen a little later. Karen and Lacee had gone out to Target to get Lacee a dress for a wedding, and suddenly I wanted a chocolate malt. Right now.
I stirred it up really good then I took a big swallow... and immediately spit it out into the sink.
What I thought was malt was instant lemon-flavored ice tea mix.
Which reminds me of the time that I put a big chunk of red-colored pie in my mouth, thinking it was cherry... it was rhubarb. And I was in a public place, that time. And nowhere near a sink.
This is quite different from biting into a raisin cookie thinking that it's a chocolate chip one... that's just disappointing.
Anyway, I'm on call tonight, and I got called in at about 19:30 and I was back home at 20:10... not bad, got paid for an hour and a half at time-and-a-half. Plus two dollars an hour for being on call, which most people think is pretty pitiful, but I think is pretty fair. Not that I wouldn't take more if they were giving it... but I took call for years for nothing.
Damn! The phone just rang, but the caller ID said "Unavailable". I thought those jackasses weren't supposed to call after 21:00, it's a law or something.
I'm not really worried about getting called in again tonight... my opposite number came in at 21:00, and she does CTs as has the same attitude that I do about calling people in. It would have to be a major disaster to get her to call me. Major disasters do happen, though, so I mustn't get too smug about it...
Work will get done tomorrow. I will feel much better and get busy doing stuff.
I really should go to Uncle Eldon's funeral, though... but I'm pretty sure that I'm not up to driving that far right now. If I wasn't on call tonight I could've gone down to Enid tonight...
Did my errands, came home, sat down. Tired me out, it did. I got a gallon on weed-be-gone™ concentrate, I shoulda put it on, hell, I'll do it tomorrow.
Just one of my quirks. I remembered that the last time that I had a glass of chocolate milk, I was almost out of Nestles, but last summer I squirrelled away a bottle of Carnation Malt. I reached up into the back of the cabinet and got it and spooned a coupla big spoons into my big glass, then filled the glass almost up with soft ice cream, then filled it clear up with milk.