*waves blearily*

[jadesfire]

You know what's really helpful for getting through work that you really don't want to do? Waking up every hour through the night, then waking up properly at 4am and dozing til the alarm goes off. Oh yeah. That really helps.

Fortunately, pottering around my flist always makes me feel better. Also, getting a lift to work from an equally sleepy major_jim, rustydog talking to me from my Zen and getting a rec make me feel a whole lot better. And having the Waiting Years described as "just good clean fun" amuses me more than it should. Not that it's an inaccurate description, it's just that it amused me. Maybe if I could think of my stories that way, I'd get more written! Anyway, it's a lovely, thoughtful rec that makes me go all gooey inside.

Of course, I didn't manage anything else off yesterday's to do list, but there's always today, right? My current plan for the oodles of work still left is to come in on Saturday, Monday and Tuesday, when I don't technically have to be here, and just rattle through everything I've got to do. For some reason, I tend to get more done that way. The library is closed for St Giles' Fair, which is a tacky but fun couple of days in Oxford. Because of road closures, the library shuts for a couple of days, so I can bring in some DVDs, sit at my desk and just plough through stuff. Hopefully. Otherwise, I've got a hell of a lot to do in seven days of work...

Other things that cheered me up this morning:

All The Myriad Faces by xparrot. A tag to "The Shrine", because one can never have too much Zelenka.

A Story Involving Blankets by aesc. SGA. Does exactly what it says on the tin.

Proof by maverick4oz and pollitt. I haven't had a chance to work through this artword fic yet, but it's definitely inspiring me to get on with my own!

More fic being posted to bringthehappy. Keep it coming, folks!

Oh, and the fact that I will get paid for typing today, which will put me three-quarters of the way towards the tiny little computer I want. We went in and looked at them in Curry's on Sunday and they're so cute. Want! I'm waiting til January when hopefully more models will be out and I'll actually have all the money I need, but still. WANT!

Hope everyone's week is improving now that it is no longer Monday.

Comments

[pwcorgigirl.livejournal.com]

I suppose it's after lunch where you are, but good morning just the same. :)

My husband had to get up at 4:15 a.m. for work and had the alarm clock set at "wake the dead" volume. After he was up, I fell back asleep and and had weird anxiety dreams about financially supporting the golf teacher's five children. Trains in the night and torrential rain were somehow involved.

A flip-top head so that I could pour the coffee directly into my brain would be a good idea right about now.

[miss-zedem.livejournal.com]

Oh I hate waking up throughout the night. I had that on Sunday, and again last night - for some reason I was super-paranoid about sleeping in and missing my train. I was also convinced when I woke up yesterday that S had told me there was a thunderstorm during the night, even though she hadn't said any such thing.

Have you seen the news story that Cambridge are trying to prove how 'with it' they are by getting featured in storylines of soaps? That made me giggle. It's a bit like your parents dancing to the latest choons at discos. Some things should just never be allowed.

In other news I'm apparently now a supervisor. And a first-aider. And soon to be a key holder. I'm sure I remember saying that this was just a short-term thing...

[jadesfire2808.livejournal.com]

Why do the weirdest dreams always happen when you fall *back* to sleep? I had one during my nap on Sunday afternoon where I dreamt I had an incredibly affectionate and wonderful cat that someone took away from me - I woke up feeling completely bereft :( I think I'd rather go for pets than kids...possibly a little less traumatic!

I'm onto the diet coke now - coffee takes too long to make and is a whole flight of stairs away...

[jadesfire2808.livejournal.com]

I normally wake up at about 3.30, then doze from then, which is fine, but this was every hour. Argh. Although you seem to have a better class of vivid dream than me ;)

Oh good grief *head in hands* Some things just should not be done. Ever.

*snort* yeah, but, hon, you're always going to end up doing everything. We know this... Will they pay you more?

[crystalshard.livejournal.com]

I had the waking up thing for the past couple of nights, too. Oddly, I see this as a good thing - it means that my body has finally stopped grumbling about getting up early.

I've been having weird dreams as well. I dreamed that my parents took me to a dance audition. I think there were two auditions, but my brain must have decided not to try imagining that and flipped me forward to the break. Whereupon a rich guy who was a friend of the judges offered me a place in his show. Next thing I knew, I was in my own studio flat with huge windows. It was on the first floor of a whole streetful of these flats - a narrow pedestrian-only street. There were flats below me, and I accessed mine by climbing up a ladder to the common balcony for all the first-floor flats on my side of the street.

My brain has far too good an imagination.

[pwcorgigirl.livejournal.com]

I suppose it's after lunch where you are, but good morning just the same. :)

My husband had to get up at 4:15 a.m. for work and had the alarm clock set at "wake the dead" volume. After he was up, I fell back asleep and and had weird anxiety dreams about financially supporting the golf teacher's five children. Trains in the night and torrential rain were somehow involved.

A flip-top head so that I could pour the coffee directly into my brain would be a good idea right about now.

[miss-zedem.livejournal.com]

Oh I hate waking up throughout the night. I had that on Sunday, and again last night - for some reason I was super-paranoid about sleeping in and missing my train. I was also convinced when I woke up yesterday that S had told me there was a thunderstorm during the night, even though she hadn't said any such thing.

Have you seen the news story that Cambridge are trying to prove how 'with it' they are by getting featured in storylines of soaps? That made me giggle. It's a bit like your parents dancing to the latest choons at discos. Some things should just never be allowed.

In other news I'm apparently now a supervisor. And a first-aider. And soon to be a key holder. I'm sure I remember saying that this was just a short-term thing...

[jadesfire2808.livejournal.com]

Why do the weirdest dreams always happen when you fall *back* to sleep? I had one during my nap on Sunday afternoon where I dreamt I had an incredibly affectionate and wonderful cat that someone took away from me - I woke up feeling completely bereft :( I think I'd rather go for pets than kids...possibly a little less traumatic!

I'm onto the diet coke now - coffee takes too long to make and is a whole flight of stairs away...

[jadesfire2808.livejournal.com]

I normally wake up at about 3.30, then doze from then, which is fine, but this was every hour. Argh. Although you seem to have a better class of vivid dream than me ;)

Oh good grief *head in hands* Some things just should not be done. Ever.

*snort* yeah, but, hon, you're always going to end up doing everything. We know this... Will they pay you more?

[crystalshard.livejournal.com]

I had the waking up thing for the past couple of nights, too. Oddly, I see this as a good thing - it means that my body has finally stopped grumbling about getting up early.

I've been having weird dreams as well. I dreamed that my parents took me to a dance audition. I think there were two auditions, but my brain must have decided not to try imagining that and flipped me forward to the break. Whereupon a rich guy who was a friend of the judges offered me a place in his show. Next thing I knew, I was in my own studio flat with huge windows. It was on the first floor of a whole streetful of these flats - a narrow pedestrian-only street. There were flats below me, and I accessed mine by climbing up a ladder to the common balcony for all the first-floor flats on my side of the street.

My brain has far too good an imagination.