A Day in the Life

Stuck on the night shift, feeling restless and a little bored and more than a little sleep-deprived. Yup, pretty much business as usual, in other words. (Man, I'm really hoping we can do something about changing my work schedule before it grinds me into the dirt completely. Physically and mentally, this damned constant day-night flip-flopping is really starting to wear on me.)

Anyway, I feel like writing something -- maybe because I have a need to make some sort of connection with the outside world when I'm stuck here at work all alone in the middle of the night, though more likely just because I like to hear myself talk -- but nothing terribly interesting to talk about. Not that that's ever stopped me before. I suppose I could psychoanalyze some more Farscape characters. I mean, if you thought my analysis of Crais' mental instabilities was brilliant and insightful, you should see me do Stark.

No? Well, maybe later.

How 'bout, instead, a look at a day in the life of Betty Ragan. Oh, yeah, that's exciting. Let's see, what did I do today?

[Insert little shimmery "flashback" special effect here]

Woke up a little after 3:00 PM. Which means I'd only gotten about six hours of sleep. Yuck. Considered trying to roll over and go back to sleep, decided that if I did that I'd probably just end up in a repeat of yesterday, where I ended up not getting out of bed until 8:00 and felt as groggy from oversleeping as I would have from not enough sleep, without any extra waking hours to show for it.

Made coffee. Lots of coffee. Fed cats. Logged onto internet while drinking coffee and eating grapefruit. Discovered that I now had close to 200 e-mails (many of them left over from yesterday). Lots of traffic on various mailing lists. "It never rains but it pours" may be cliched and stupid-sounding, but it's kinda true, nevertheless. So I spent the afternoon (or, as I like to think of it, "the morning") making my way through the massive slew of e-mail. Also downloaded some fan-produced Farscape music videos, which were entertaining.

Took a shower. Grabbed some "food" at McDonald's. (One of the more lively mailing list topics today -- for some reason -- was a long international discussion about the difference between American and British eating habits, as far as which hand you hold the fork in goes. And I realized, with a vague sense of shock, that I can't really remember the last time I ate something that required using a knife and fork. Note to self: must eat more actual food.)

Took McDonald's food with me to friend's house for Dungeons & Dragons game. We were attacked by giants. Well, they didn't attack me all that much, because I mostly hid behind rocks and things well away from the main combat. My character is a firm believer in letting other people do the fighting and getting injured and stuff.

Had to leave D&D game early to come to work. Discovered that (amazingly enough!) things are actually running very smoothly, and there's very little that I have to do. Spent some more time surfing the web. (Nothing particularly interesting, though the Brunching Shuttlecocks'current feature was both amusing and, all things considered, rather disturbingly appropriate.)

And then I, uh, sat down and wrote this. I think next I'm gonna look at the Columbia House flyers I got in the mail yesterday and shoved into my backpack without opening, and then maybe I'll read some more Star Trek stories. Assuming that the actual work part of work remains this uneventful, of course. (And, of course, every time I say something like that, something breaks, so I really should watch myself...)

And there you have it. A typical day in my life. Wow.