One of Those Days

[da]

Thursday was One of Those Days. I didn't sleep well, which is probably enough excuse. I...
- spent much of the day staring off into space like a zombie;
- forgot my keys at home;
- spent a while writing up work-project accomplished steps, and nearly put them into the wrong work ticket;
- was visited by a prof, who asked a very reasonable request, and it took me something like 10 minutes to get her stuff working properly, though it should've taken just a few minutes, tops;
- at the end of the day, suddenly realized I wasn't going to be at pilates on Saturday because I was taking the dog to the vet; and proceeded to send an apologetic un-reservation for Saturday (only to realize the next morning that of course I had already told the instructor, on the day I made the vet reservation).

The thing about Thursday was that I spent a lot of time thinking I was operating normally, and luckily caught myself before I did anything *really* dumb.

On the bright side, I also got to upgrade our parking pass at the University (we carpool in winter; a few years ago I put my name on a waiting list for a nearer parking lot, and apparently my name finally came up; so this winter we get to park just across the train-tracks from our building!) And in the evening, we got to go hang with catbear and dawn_guy, at catbear's arts reception, and also ran into zanate. And then I think I came home and crashed hard. :)

And then Friday I wasn't a zombie any more, which made me quite happy.

Comments

[pnijjar.livejournal.com]

Oh man. Sleep deprivation does such a number on people.

Unfortunately, I appear to be engaged in an experiment to discover the effects of chronic sleep deprivation. It's a good thing I did not let the Ethics Committee know.

Also: Given Hofstadter's Law I would consider a 10 minute job that was only "supposed to" take a few minutes to be a success. I have spent hours on jobs that were only supposed to take a few minutes.