May 15th, 2005

Azzcalm, Quiet


Despite not enough sleep last night, it was more than the night before. And it's a shorter shift, and I'm going to be check-in today.

There is a woman at work who looks like she might be an older clone of me. She works dayshift. She has the same color and waviness of hair (allowing for differences in amount of grey) that she wears in the same style and at the same length. Her features and mine are similar. We're of similar build. She has a delightful sense of humor -- sarcastic but harmless, and much given to puns.

She calls the check-in position "chicken", because it amuses her. "Are you chicken today?" "Yup. [crowing]"

I have not yet had anything like coffee. I should have some, and then zoom. Or grab some, and then zoom. Or just plain zoom, with or without breakfast.

I'm waiting to make my first actual call from the cellphone, besides attempting to play with voicemail. I'm going to call Darkside. Even if I don't get to talk to him then, it still counts, right?
running, bomb tech

Yay Darkside!

90 minutes. (Well, 93, but some of that was his voicemail.) Fun & games. No notable change re: baseline that he can see. Gencon in August. CA this month. DK about birthday. No Paranoia. He's not face-to-face, so my Glare of Death upon him rehashing commercials to me loses its effectiveness.

Besides, he's the only person I let do that on a regular basis. He's a media pimp, and I love him dearly. And he asked me to e-mail him my number so he actually can call me, because last time he tried to call me, he had a wrong number and got a 404 error.