Areas of Unrest

QOTD: "I see life less as a problem to be solved than a joy to be lived." - Pierre Delattre

Reading: Nancy Fairbanks, Death a l'Orange

Listening to: nothing

Decluttering accomplishments: cleaned out the file drawer in my desk

17 January 2003 - The Evils of Snood

I'm updating now since I'll be away for the weekend and may not have access to a computer until Monday night. This will be brief as I am thoroughly exhausted. Part of that is because we had a particularly hectic work week - not unexpected as our workload is tied to annual budget cycles and (as we've known for a while) we have a major program assessment coming up. It's been a continual round of writing white papers and generating briefing charts and getting yelled at by people who don't like what we have to say. At least I didn't have to review the document which Alex described as "like having the ancient Egyptian god, Anubis, suck my brain out through my nostrils with a straw." My coworkers are, uh, colorful.

Next week is wall to wall meetings, so will be at least as bad. I'm predicting the biggest snowstorm of the winter will hit the day that we have six separate meetings scheduled, which require us to zig zag between our building and the Pentagon all day.

I do have to admit this morning's snow was pretty. I like it all nice and white and pristine, before there are tire tracks and footprints. One of those silly little pleasures in life is making the first footprints on a fresh field of snow. Had I been wearing something less suitable for the office, I might have even made a snow angel.

But the real reason for my current exhaustion has nothing to do with work. I made a grievous mistake the other night. I installed Snood on my computer. Why I thought I could handle it is beyond me, given that I once played Breakout for 6 hours straight in a fit of significant depression. My thumbs have never quite recovered from Tetris on the Game Boy. And let's not even thinkabout how many months of my life were lost to nethack. Damn, evil game. My hands hurt, my eyes hurt, and I am dreaming of yellow snoods.

I will go straight to bed. I will not play another game. I will not play another game. I will not play another game. Thank goodness for the "just one more game" command.