(Thursday in brief: lots of fun, beads, chopsticks.) Friday morning not so good. First, a hazardous waste disposal plant caught fire within range of one of my note_to_catters, and gods know who else. Raleigh-area peoples, if I have any: y'all OK there?

I got myself horizontal, only to be awakened by the phone. My roommate's ride couldn't find her. (I must have been very tired -- it was less than ten minutes after my head hit the pillow, and I was asleep already.) When I am asleep, I am not coherent. That does not mix well with ESL/heavy accent. Upshot of this involved me driving the redhead to work.

Loonie had to check news to make sure that people were OK, because hearing a snippet of it tuning in late and fuzzy on NPR = very worried Lunatic.

Tomorrow work = going to be v. tired.

I resent the fact that I have to sleep. I like sleep; I like being asleep; I like waking up refreshed. I do not like having to sleep. I do not like going to bed when I don't wanna. I do not like having to get up when I am asleep. (These are generalized resentments about the whole sleep-state, rather than specific commentary. Specific commentary would involve the thing where 19th ave and 15th ave sound about the same when the would-be ride was saying them, and a lack of common ground on landmarks, and "and then there are apartments" interpreted to be "at MY [the ride's] apartments?!?!" No, there was not communication, and it was a sufficiently lousy first impression that I don't wanna have a second one. )