No sleep for an awake brain

Well. I'm awake. I have been for the last hour or so. Had hot tea and some ibuprofen for the headache I woke up with. Sighs. Being awake made my brain turned on. Documentation is swirling in my head. I just want to sleep. Sighs.

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Here we are at Tuesday....

Well, I got back to bed after the last post about 430 or so. I slept until the final alarm and got up and came to work. Glad I made 2 pots of coffee last night for scribble. I can haz coffee's this AM.

Not sure why I have a headache...I'm thinking its my sinuses...things are starting to bloom. Le sigh. I will have to make sure to get some Zyrtec D for estrella when I pick up scrips on Friday afternoon.

Worried that I'm running out of time..today will be crunch day for documentation so I have a full day tomorrow to do final edits, photos and set up and get feedback from Stefan. Plus tomorrow will be household planning night and then I can start packing...will probably start that this afternoon after mel and I get home from the TEP show (he needs tools, course I might skip dependent on my day).

Special thanks to ickaimp for my new icon. It makes me happy. Had a nice time at scribble and that was good. Got to see bewilde who I haven't seen in a coons age. Maddy and Mark had fun playing the family room.

I'm rambling and that is sleep dep talking. I've got a ton of things to do today and a few telecons. Should be an interesting day.

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Out to dinner

Got done with work. Made it home with good jazz and headed out to the TEP show. I got some prezzies for stepping down. Mel got tools. We had an almost scary run in with scary people who dont like here anymore. I'm enjoying my first beer in over two weeks. I figured I really haven't had any carbs in a few days and the stress is getting to me. Were at Nimbus. Odin bless them for this Valhalla worthy IPA.

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Poem Meme

There's a polar bear
In our Fridgitydaire—
He likes it 'cause it's cold in there.
With his seat in the meat
And his face in the fish
And his big hairy paws
In the buttery dish,
He's nibbling the noodles,
He's munching the rice,
He's slurping the soda,
He's licking the ice.
And he lets out a roar
If you open the door.
And it gives me a scare
To know he's in there—
That polary bear
In our Fridgitydaire
---Shel Silverstein