I laid in bed for a while. Despite having told Sarah, “This old white boy needs to go to bed,” I was unable to sleep.
I got up, threw a shirt on, walked into the kitchen, got a glass of water, took a sip, walked back to the room, doffed the shirt, crawled back in bed.
Opened laptop … again. [I’ve been trying to go to bed since 8:30.]
Pulled up dive into mark.
Found New Door.
Ran it on gfmorris.net and ijsm.org.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Scan, scan, scan.
Read a bunch of about pages.
Find a few sites worth reading.
Fire up Mozilla to get to NewsMonster. [Curse computer for not letting Firebird and NewsMonster play nicely. Baaaaaaaaaaaaad computer.]
Add a new catgegory, “Recommended by DIM”. Add four [maybe five?] XML feeds.
Look at clock.
Wonder where the hell 90 minutes just went.
Make spontaneous decision to blog.
Remember that I still find it scary that I have the schema for m-w.com completely memorized. [It’s http://m-w.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?va=yourwordhere, if you’re curious.] Decide to add that in there in case you missed my reference of “doff”.
Pause to wonder why I added this addendum.
Remembered conversation with Carla Jean … “Geof, do you really use all these words in conversation, or are you just proving that you read the dictionary on a regular basis?” Hey, um, Ceej … I read a lot as a kid, and I still read a lot. Plus, words amuse me. Yes, I love fun things like this … although I will admit to having a too-strong affinity for Schadenfreude … both the word and the feeling.
Realize that, well, I’ve got no track left at this point.
Remember comment from last night’s watching of Angel: “Y’all see how Fred talks? That’s what’s going on in my brain every bloody second!” Nods around the room, followed by fun look from Kat … with some snarky retort I’ve now forgotten.
Yes, I am this spastic all the bloody time, but usually, I try to form the words better than this.
Tonight, the fatigue wins.
Now, to figure out where to put the