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Saturday!

suggestions bunny: if you're already in that school, make a note of it on the schools directory page that prompts you to add the school. Should note it for logged in personal journal, minimally, though it would be nice if comms showed.

There's this moment between when I am aware that I am awake and when I am actually able to pass the "are you oriented" quiz they give you in case of head injury and all. There's a little internal litany that I go through upon waking up, an orientation. "Today is $DAY_OF_WEEK, and it is $TIME. I [do/do not] have to go to work today. [I have $TIME (expressed either in hours or alarm clock snooze cycles) before I must get out of bed in order to be on time.] " This litany is necessary to get me properly running. I don't really know how long it takes to accomplish, because I don't have a good sense of things or full command of language until it's completed. Unlike hcolleen, it only takes a short time (she takes about two hours, and can communicate coherently in text at some points during the process), but very much like her, if I am interrupted in the middle, I am incoherent. This morning, I hopped directly from bed to the computer chair without bothering to go through the intermediate steps. It was disorienting, watching myself wake up. My boot process is pretty fast when I've had enough sleep, but I felt the ability to translate myself into English slip on. I think in a bizarre internal jargon, under the English. It's English-based, of course, because that's what I was raised in, but there are a lot of single-concept thoughtshapes that get tagged with a single English word for retrieval purposes, and then they have to be expanded to describe the whole thing if I'm going to share what it is with someone else. But without booting my brain properly, I don't have that translation going, and there's this feeling of naked helplessness, like I know what I mean but I don't speak the language. I can mostly understand what's being said to me, but there's a struggle for words that doesn't happen when I'm all the way awake. Dream-brain speaks in fragments of words that are attached to full-sensory concepts, and when I try (or when I'm lucky) they'll hold still long enough for me to pin them down and paint them out.

Need to get a deck of Naruto cards for the LF, looks like. Sis called. Chatted with her a while, then chatted with the LF. He's learning the hard way about bad friends vs. good friends. He wants to be a "computer genius" like me when he grows up. (His mom has an exaggerated idea of my tech skills, I think.) Gave him the cautionary tale of "someone your mom used to know" cracking into a wireless network he wasn't supposed to be on and getting himself kicked out of college. I'll see if I can't get him started on basic HTML and computer admin stuff; if I play things right he'll a) be a caution later, and b) have the moral training to go with.

One of the Monkeys looked me up on MySpace. Yay! It's been too long.

http://byblythe.livejournal.com/17131.html -- Draco and Harry, in Muggle government.
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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