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Had a horrible time trying to get to sleep. Had a worse time trying to stay asleep. Finally dragged awake and spent over an hour trying to get out the door.

Gave plasma. It was evidently Cartoon Day: old Popeye (loud and disruptive to my reading), then Finding Nemo, then Shrek.

Came home. Ate, read, crashed.

Zoomed off to work.

Nice mostly-boring day at work. I wound up working 6 hours instead of the formerly-usual 4. Yay hours, anti-yay exhaustion.

I got one caller trying to convince me that this was supposed to be a phone sex call. I got another caller who lived by himself, and was somewhat bemused by the phrasing of the survey for dealing with a household with more than one person. I grinned, read it in a painfully verbatim fashion, and the guy and I cracked up together.

Wouldn't you know, I got monitored while on the phone with the guy living by himself. And I got rathed "above standard" on reading verbatim...

...good job I didn't have the Rules Lawyer Monitor for that, is all I can say, because she would have taken marks off for making the remark "You can tell my supervisor makes me read this exactly as written...", I just know it...

Came home, exhausted.

Where's supper?
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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