Monday
GRRR. Well, not really “GRRR,” but it was definitely a Monday.

It started when I went to bed. My knee was still a little achy and my stomach was… “upset.” That’s the best description. Not quite “queasy,” but not “fine,” either. I took a couple of Tums and tried to sleep. The operative word there was “tried.”

As I lay in bed, Morpheus mocked me. He would give me brief glimpses of the lands beyond the gates of The Dreaming, but all to abruptly, I was cast back into the Waking World. This went on for a couple hours. It was maddening. When my alarm went off at 8:30, I was not happy. Nor did I feel well. While the stomach uneasiness had subsided (for the most part), my head, knee and back had decided to join the protest. I called work and told them that I would be in later in the day… and went back to sleep.

This attempt was fairly successful. When I awakened a few hours later, I felt a good deal better. Well enough to take a stab at facing the day. And so, I did.

Work was. That’s about all that I can say about it. I still wasn’t feeling “tip top,” so my head wasn’t fully in the game. I stayed for about 5½ hours before I decided to pack it in. Everyone else seemed to be having “a Monday,” too, so they were ready to leave around the same time.

After work, I came home and rested for a bit. Then, went with Jess to have dinner at Guru’s. After that, it was off to see the Wizard… visit and Brad. Wookie and Spydr were there; we’re going to be victims players in a game the Brad will be GM’ing. *nod* It’s been… a few… years since I’ve done much gaming. This should be good.

Song of the Day
Ashes by Middle Fold

Stray Toasters

  • It may be time for a bit of Spring Cleaning. Or, at the least, a time for me to consider applying judicious use of the “Delete Comment” feature on certain replies to my posts. Or replies to friends of mine who make comments on my posts. I find that a recurring… no, make that “an annoying and recurring” item that has appeared over the last few weeks. And, as the saying goes: “And if thine eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee…” (Matthew 18:9) I don’t just intend to “pluck it out,” I’m swinging for the fences.
  • Has Darth Vader (Sith Lord and all-around galactic badass) finally renounced the Dark Side and found God?! He’s been spotted in the National Cathedral. o_O Truth stranger than (science) fiction. See for yourself.
  • Reality Television. The term has been used ad infinitum. And, for the most part, it’s become an oxymoron. But, it seems as though PBS is going to try and change that… again. They are going to broadcast a series with people cast to portray (yes, the key word here is “portray”) the residents of a turn of the (20th) century Scottish manor, from the Lord and Lady of the Manor to the servants. Instead of being “Big Brother: The Early Years” or “The Real World: Generation 1900,” they are making it more like a history program with real-life demonstrations. THIS I could get into.
  • This, however, I can – and will – not. “Reality Central?” *sigh* I won’t wait to look for an indicator that the drain is open, I’ll pull the plug myself.

Namaste.