I am so tired. So very, very tired. Switching to a nine-to-fiver’s schedule for this weekend, as well as being in a bed other than my own, has drained me pretty well. I wouldn’t trade it for the world, though. The past three days have been awesome.

Saturday was catching up on the last of our shopping, and feeling pretty accomplished. Nothing ended up needing to be purchased on Xmas Eve, which is a first for me in a very long time.

Saturday night was one of the 8th Anniversary shows for In Perpetual Motion Radio, and I had a blast. The mood was very laid back, almost somber, but the music was as good as it always is. I was lucky to avoid anything ending in “a-billy”, which makes me a lucky Skippy.

Sunday, being xmas eve, had us packing during the day, moving the tree off of Buddy’s cage, and getting Buddy ready to go. Then, we headed to the T-W-P, and even arrived early. As always, the dog was infatuated with my parents’ lawn, but not so much with not being able to run free without a fence. We played with him for a while, then took off to Millington for the Cramptons’ Xmas Eve bash. After amazing amounts of food and a White Elephant present game, we headed back to the T-W-P, practically overflowing with family-ness.

I did -not- expect to have -that- conversation on the way back to the T-W-P. Color me pleasantly surprised.

I got nearly no sleep last night, but was OUT. She was the last to wake up for presents and breakfast this morning. And this, of course, is why I’m going to want to play when I get home. I have this nifty firewire/usb 2.0 hard drive enclosure. I have this nifty new-to-me computer from . I have the toy above, and several DVDs to watch. I have the CD that I’m listening to right now. I even got the Combo Drive for the iBook in the mail while I was gone.

Someone slipped us a lapel pin of a burning cat. ;)

So, many projects to move forward on, much playing to do, and I am le tired. We shall see if I fire ze missiles before a nap or afterward. :)

I had to call in yesterday. I’m not happy about that.

Kicked in on Saturday, though I was able to enjoy two birthday parties – and . Had a good time at both, though they were like night and day. Heh.

That night coughing and acid reflux kept me up until 9 am, until I finally said “screw it” and had some NyQuil. As a result, we were late to the Bean Xmas gathering. It was strange being late to that, and it was strange without Grandma Bean there, as well as . Grandma Bean was getting used to some new meds, and Grandma Crampton had to be taken to the hospital, so Dad was on that.

Just a strange day, in my head. We got to visit my cousin’s house, which is tiny but very nice. He’s already done some improvements, as he builds stuff for a living. So, if anybody wants some help with home repair, or construction and such, and is looking to hire someone, I know a guy.

Come to think of it, I think I know a couple of guys in that field. Ah, well.

I got home and crashed. Slept 14 hours. Woke up on Monday, and my voice was gone. Coughing and hacking up a lung. So, I called in sick. Like I said above, I’m not happy to be doing it.

I woke up this morning without having to be woken up, and I felt tons better. I can breathe, but I’m still coughing a bit. I’m all dressed and getting properly caffeinated at Gone Wired, and trying to recover my life from being out of commission for so long.

That last bit didn’t sound like mono to me, either. Apparently, there’s an upper respiratory infection going around work. If I don’t continue to feel 100% better tomorrow, I’m going to call the Doc and see if she wants me to go back on the antibiotics that I’ve already got. They’re strong enough that I’d need to eat organic yoghurt regularly to prevent thrush. Woo-to-the-hoo.

My bottom lip is supa-chapped from being a mouth breather. I might have to use some chap stick. Meh.

My Combo Drive has been won on eBay the payment is in the mail. Shortly after the holidays, I’m going to have to buy some organic tea or some other sans-soy drink or treat to help me tear apart my iBook to upgrade the bejeezus out of it. eBay Upgrade Powers – ACTIVATE!

I find myself feeling like my iBook is my connection to reality, and that’s dangerous. I’m using iCal in my continuing quest to try and actually do what I say I’m going to do. I’m using it as a supplement to my memory.

I’m using it to stay in touch with people, because I’m a hermit, and have no time, when I do really have time, I just choose to use it to try and write, and end up reading Wired or The Cryptonomicon or obsessively refreshing my friends’ page, which I use to stay in touch with people, because I’m a hermit, and have no time…. *sigh*

eBay must be an addiction, even if I’m a low volume seller and buyer. I’m doing good things, right? I mean, by selling the things that collect dust, and the things that we don’t need, and buy things that are useful to us, like full spectrum desk lamps for work and upgrades to the iBook so it runs faster and does things better and can help me manage my life more efficiently.

Right? Good things?

It helps with holiday shopping and it helps with getting me good music and it helps with letting me vent and get my emotions out in a forum in which my friends and family can keep up with me because I’m a hermit, and have no time, and…

Since I’ve been feeling better, I’ve made some decisions. Once again, I’m trying to influence the things that I can, and let the things that I can’t do what they’re going to do. I’m reviewing the person that I want to be, and the person that I am, and what changes must be made to bring that about. I have a deadline for The Glass Crown, and a projected release date, and I’m pretty scared about it. Not about not hitting it, not about hitting it, just freaked out about it in a general sense.

The last two nights at Meijer’s, I’ve been having Adam moments. I guess only a few of you know what that means, because it’s still mostly stuck in my head and not on paper.

It’s bar rush here at Theio’s. People are loud. I’ve got my iBook’s volume on max to my headphones. iTunes is also maxed. People are loud and drunk.

I’m trying out this whole tucking my shirt in business. says that if I’m going to rock the belt buckle that gave me, I should definitely tuck in my shirt. No stealth belt buckle. But, really, it’s because says she likes the way I look when my shirt is tucked in.

I’m having a hard time pushing the laptop away. I’m having a hard time pulling out the purple notebook and writing straight-up fantasy. Maybe I need to let all of these Adam thoughts out of my head, because there really are quite a lot of them.