Well, OK, I could never make my living as a poet. I already knew that.
Long night, last night was. I keep forgetting that Karen mixed regular coffee in with the decaffe, and I drank a bunch of coffee last night... and I was up until 02:30, at the very least. And it was hard getting up this morning.
The cable guy was supposed to be here, but I got a call about 17:45, the lady said that the tech wasn't coming, they figgered out that it was a widespread problem, and they were working on it. And that they would adjust the billing accordingly.
I am still getting email occasionally, and when I got home tonight I was able to put up the entries from Sunday and Monday, but still I can't get online 99% of the time.
I did do something that I've never done before... or maybe only once... I announced that I was starting my seventh year in the journalling business on diary-l, thinking that I might get some extra hits, but no such luck, I was ignored, 
for the most part, except for a couple of old friends, who are probably regular readers anyways. But it was worth a try.
Busy, busy day, of course, since I was hit hard by my sleep deficit. Speaking of which, I've been doing pretty well lately sleeping. Still using the CPAP most of the time, although I took it off about 04:00 this morning and started snoring, according to Karen. I think that the snoring problem would probably go away with an increase in exercise and a decrease in weight... some other problems would probably go away too.
But at least I'm not smoking, dammit!
That's worth repeating: At least I'm not smoking, dammit!
I'm on call tonight, and so far, so good. I am going to go to bed earlier than usual, so with my usualy luck, I'll get called out just as I'm drifting into that good sleep....
O'yeah, Sunday I did something really stupid, and I have to let the world know of my foibles too... I washed my billfold.
Sunday, if you recall, I worked about ten hours. Well, one of my plans for Sunday was to wash clothes for the week. I usta have lots of clothes, in fact I still do, but most of them, well, I, uh, can't wear, they've gotten too small. So I have to wash clothes every week.
So, I got home and jumped into my robe and started washing stuff, including the pants that I'd worn all day. Later, I noticed an odd thumping from the dryer, but I dismissed it for some reason or another... probably because I didn't want to bother investigating.
The damage was done by that time anyway, but I didn't realize it until I was actually driving to work on Monday morning. I'd put on a pair of clean pants, and I put everything back in my pockets that I'd taken out, not noticing that my wallet wasn't amongst those articles.
But on the way to work I knew that something was wrong. Something wrong, but I couldn't figger out what, and it finally hit me when I was almost at work.
I knew what was missing, and I knew where it was. I still don't know why. I will attribute it to fatigue, and let it go at that.
But this is really a big deal for me. I have never lost either my wallet nor my keys, never even misplaced them. Well, not since I got sober, anyway. So this failing has me somewhat worried. Not really worried, only somewhat.
I would really, really hate to lose my mind, it's all I have, y'know.