Bam

I believe that I've just been hit in the face with a wall made of cucumber melon. It's an invisible wall, but it's making my eyes burn and giving me a headache all the same. I'm not sure what's going on here. It used to be strange lunch time odors that I had to worry about. (The next door cubicle has a contraband microwave and they commit grave sins with it.)

Last week there was 4 days of horrible cloying sweetness. I kept leaving work with a headache that miraculously was cured the minute I got into fresh air. Around 11 am it seemed to appear out of no where, and lasted all day. I have no idea if they are spraying something or what, but it's really annoying. Today was fine until just a few minutes ago, and to be fair the cucumber melon is not as bad as whatever last week's smell was.

Our work space is so condensed you can smell scented lotion being rubbed into someone's hands from two cubicles down. Offices are small with low walls, and no doors or ceilings. I really hope whoever it is gets over their current fascination with freshening their work space before I have to just stand up and ask, "Who is that? Who do I smell, and can you tone it down a bit please?"

A Little Diversion

I don't anticipate this being something I stick with. I have a very short attention span for games of any sort, and once I feel I've plateaued I tend to move on. Still, if you got some time to kill, you like silly little games, and you have no fear of lawn gnomes, then you should check out Molehill Empire.

You can find my garden there under the name squeekthing and I'm currently investing a lot of time in radishes with a side of cucumbers, and just starting to work into strawberries and tomatoes. My current rank is "tomato dealer" which I believe is the third level.

It's not earth shattering or anything, but I like collecting/fishing/growing games so this appeals to me. Something like this would likely drive some mad, or send them into despair if you forced them to play. For now it's entertaining, and I look forward to seeing if I can get paid to play this at work. I have my doubts, but you can bet that I'll be giving it a shot.

Did I mention that it's free?

Another Work Week Down

Yup it's Friday. I'm at home, and goofing around on the interwebs. Not much going on here, but I figure if I only post to bitch about being sleepy or when have something interesting to say then it might be another week or three before you here from me. So, here's a post about nothing. We're hanging out at the house waiting to see if we get any weather tossed our way this weekend.

Meanwhile the tamales aren't going to make themselves, so it's time to drag Jeff away from his computer and get cracking. We have way too much pork, and I'm already hungry. See you later tater.

Mr Sandman

Last night I still didn't sleep well, but I got much better rest. I am more alert, and in a much better temper than yesterday. I haven't felt like busting heads or crying at all. Yay! I had a very hard time falling asleep at first, and then briefly woke up startled once I did fall asleep. Gotta love it, scare myself by finally doing what I've been attempting for 30 minutes. I slept solid from 10:40ish until 1 am when my darling finally came to bed. Then I slept until 4 am, when I woke up for no apparent reason. I fell asleep again, but woke around 5 when someone* was trying in his sleep to pull my pillow out from under my head, because his was on the floor.

I think the key last night was being able to get back to sleep easily. Tuesday night I had a rough patch of almost an hour and a half where I just could not get back to sleep. Last night, other than the initial problems, I was able to drift right back into sleep. As a result I feel much better. I still wish I could sleep through the night, but I'll take broken useful sleep over no sleep any day.

*Gee wonder who that could be?

If I Had a Pillow

I need more sleep. For the last two nights I've woken up around 3 am, and then I toss and turn for the next hour or more before I can sleep again. It is taking it's toll. Today I am overly emotional. It started with anger this morning. I kept it in check, and did not snap at Jeff or the cats, but I felt angry. On the way to work I was kind of null I guess, maybe leaning towards happy. Now, I am sad. I keep thinking about all these sad things, trivial sad things I should add, and I feel weepy. I'll be fine if I can get a solid amount of sleep tonight, but I fear for everyone around me if I sleep crappy for the third night in a row. For now I just feel crazy, tomorrow I expect I would act crazy.

Knittering

I've been knitting away on my Socks that Rock July kit. This is the Gumdrop pattern, seen from the back of the leg. Those would be heels up at the top there. They look kind of funny from this angle, but it's the only photo I've got right now. [click photo for Ravelry page]
I've been feeling a bit out of sorts lately. I like knitting a lot, but I haven't really got anything that I want to be knitting. I adore this pattern, but I'm using needles that are a bit small I think, and that's making it less fun. I also have another sock to knit for Jeff, because I do like to make him actual pairs of socks. Not just random single socks. Of course by the September first I need to start a pair for my dad, for his birthday. Meanwhile I don't want to do any of these. Well I wouldn't mind starting the pair for my dad, but I'm sure I don't want to finish them, and I haven't settled on a pattern yet anyway.

I started a Sheldon and so far he's a head and body, no legs, no shell, no face. It's kind of sad, and I don't want to work on him at all. I have a sweater that I've been working on for a year, don't feel like picking it back up. There's a shawl that I think might be one of those things we never finish. Maybe I'll frog it and turn it into a jazzy scarf instead.

I don't know what to do with myself, so I'm still working on the Gumdrop socks. I'm also trying to read Watchmen, but I haven't been making the time for it. I should take it to Dallas this weekend, maybe I can finish it on the drive.

So that's why the no bloggy. Work's been kind of crazy and I think it's been hard to get it out of my head. I'm either worrying over something that I really don't care about, or I'm staring into space zoning out.

In other news, please let me know what Brocoflower tastes like ... if you know.

No Rest for the Wicked

I had planned to be up bright-eyed and bushed-tailed this morning. Alas I woke with no tail, and I was not bright-eyed at all. I went to sleep a bit later than I intended, but early enough that I should have been well rested. Jeff however fell asleep on the couch. When he woke up sometime in the middle of the morning/night he decided to crack open his Orange Box. The first hint I had that Jeff wasn't sleeping was sometime around 3:30a when the cats were going bonkers begging for food, and making some sort of unidentifiable noise.

By 4:30a they kept me awake long enough that I figured out the problem. My darling husband was in the office, and our darling kitten desperately wanted to join him. She expresses this desire by screaming outside the office door (6 inches from the open bedroom door) and clawing at the underside of the door. When I got out of bed I could have just killed them all. I don't think I've ever woken up so grumpy in my life. Of course that's when Jeff realizes he should probably try to get some more sleep before work, so he comes back to bed and tortures me with his snoring. I got a little bit more sleep, but it wasn't much, and then it was time to get up.

I spent most of my pre-work time this morning trying not to be pissy. I think I did okay, all things considered. Since then my mood has continued to improve, and I don't even want to strangle the 5 of them anymore. I do however want a nap.