…If you don’t do it, something bad might happen. Or it might not, but you’ll still be tired.
I had a meeting at 10:00 AM on Friday with David from WSI. Being the night owl (read: fucktard) that I am, I decided to try to go to sleep at 6 AM (my alarm was set for 8 AM). Well, that didn’t happen. I just wasn’t tired at 6, for some reason I was really wired. So, I stayed up all night and went to the meeting. Nothing really new- signed nondisclosure agreements, got a binder full of training material that I have to read by the end of the week, blah. Well, I found out more about what I’ll be doing anyway, I should start having work to do really soon. I am the only Web Designer at e-World consulting. Once we get enough clients, I will be the CTO (w00t!) and have my very own underlings. Cool.
After the meeting I drove home and promptly passed out. I awakened in time to hang out that night and do fun things like go bowling and go to the arcade. I bowled 115 (pretty good for me, and out of the 3 of us, I did best), and got Rank ‘A’ on ‘Street Sk8r’ (best arcade game ever). Oh, and I watched people DDR but was WAY too uncoordinated to try it myself (I tried ‘Pump it Up!’ once, but that was a disaster…).
That was the day before yesterday. Today I went to New Brunswick to help Bobby with a MAW picnic. I was going to get up this morning at 8:30 AM, so I figured I’d give myself plenty of sleep time and go to bed at a modest 4:30 AM. Well, after one hour of sleep I had a really friggin weird dream that I can’t remember right now. Anyway, I ended up staying up the rest of the night after that, because after the dream I stopped being tired. But the picnic was entertaining enough to keep me alert at least. Bobby said I would most likely be bored so I brought the training binder, a book, and my sketchbook along. I ended up being a volunteer and working the ‘Art contest’ table, however, so I ended up being FAR from bored. I got to sketch to help attract victims, er, customers, too. I made about 10 sketches, but stopped after 4 teenage girls started staring at my book telling me how good I was. It was embarrassing. Anyway, other highlights of the picnic include the boy band ‘Back2Back’ (or SOMETHING like that), who sucked marginally less than some of the other crappy pop out there, and me almost breaking an already broken button maker.
After the picnic ended Bobby and I swung by my old apartment to see if I could retrieve some lost artifacts from yore (both mine and Chris’s). There was success. And there was much rejoicing (yay.). Chris decided to not answer his phone(s) so I also stole him a new TV remote (he lost his Sharp remote, there was a Panasonic one lying about the apartment that didn’t belong to anyone, I didn’t know what type of remote Chris had lost). There are some movies there that may or may not be Chris’s, but he can’t remember whether he has them… ¬_¬ Oh well, I go there often enough for SLUG, I can always pick up stuff we have as-of-yet forgotten, and return stolen items. Becky did some really nice stuff to the apartment. It looks like she friggin’ set those ‘Trading Spaces’ people on it (she always did like that show). Oh well, it’s much cooler now than it was before, anyway. It’s pathetic- everytime I go back to New Brunswick I get all nostalgic. I miss all the stupid little things- walking to class (when I actually went to class), driving down Rt. 1, even public restrooms. Le sigh.
Well, the above incoherant rambling is due to lack of sleep. Or idiocy. Whatever, the result is the same. If I should look at any of the stuff I drew today and still find it tolerable, I may scan it. When I am shown pictures fromt the picnic, I will post links to them. And when I fall down, I go boom.