It's 7:13AM. Heather and the dogs are up. I've been on the couch working since about 5:00AM... maybe a little before that... maybe 4:30AM. It's fully daylight out. Overcast. After almost freezing last night I findd myself boiling in a henley, sweatshirt, terry robe, socks, pajama bottoms and a heavy blanket. Oh, and the laptop puts out a bunch of heat... I have it resting on my lap. I'm going to have to take off a few layers.
Lots of personal blogging lately. Just random observations. Stream of consciousness. Maybe fairly useless to many, but my hope is that fifty years from now it gives me a nice little peek back at the daily tedium of my life. We'll see.
I'm guessing that this entry, Tuesday's entry, will go something like this: "hung out a little in the morning, crashed and slept all day until a couple hours before workout time, woke up, freaked at the lack of work accomplished on Tuesday, scrambled to get something done, worked out, got home exhausted, crashed again."
Update 10:32AM: Still up. Feeling rather awake, in fact. Getting some work done. Not bad. Sleep is for wussies.
Update 2:47PM: I crashed. Proving yet again that working on the bed is not productive after 28 hours with little sleep. I was working on a nested navigation concept... just fleshing it out with pad and paper before coding it up... or so I thought. I remember seeing 12:30PM. Next thing I know I'm out cold and it's 2:30PM. Two hours gone. Too funny. I'm really groggy right now. I suppose that for me it's the middle of the night. But I'm up and at it again. I'll lay the foundation for the code, reply to some emails, maybe write some content and then head to workout.
Very worried about my knee. Don't want to hurt it any more. But I do want to workout. Maybe a short run and spin class? Not sure.
Update 9:16PM: Good workout. Moderate amount of work done. Heather brought home a rotisserie Publix chicken. Yummy. I thrashed it. Now the fam's on the couch and I'm watching a Tivoed episode of 24. Not yet very tired, but that can't be far away. Or maybe not. Who knows. The fun, the mystery of the human body.
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