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Monday again?
Feb. 19th, 2007 11:15 amI am gobsmackingly, headachingly, "zombies ate my brain" tired.
The Emperor woke up squawking at 5:30 this morning and proceeded to be my snooze alarm for the next hour until I finally accepted the inevitable and just got up with him. (How the hell did I make it through a year of multiple night-time feedings? It's all a big blur to me now.) Hey, at least I got to work on time.
However, I was then ambushed by both of the seniors for whom I'm currently working, each with a project they want me to do next. I sat back and let them battle it out for priority.
It's nice to be wanted, guys, but not first thing in the morning.
I'd like to get a couple of picture essays up this week: one of the happy fun outside times we've had with the Emperor and the foot-plus of snow that arrived this past week, and one of our bookshelves, in answer to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
resolute's post.
Right now, though, I just want to go home and crawl back into unconsciousness. Or find myself a big, juicy mallet to knock me out. Maybe a ladder and an elaborate 3 Stooges routine? Blargh.
The Emperor woke up squawking at 5:30 this morning and proceeded to be my snooze alarm for the next hour until I finally accepted the inevitable and just got up with him. (How the hell did I make it through a year of multiple night-time feedings? It's all a big blur to me now.) Hey, at least I got to work on time.
However, I was then ambushed by both of the seniors for whom I'm currently working, each with a project they want me to do next. I sat back and let them battle it out for priority.
It's nice to be wanted, guys, but not first thing in the morning.
I'd like to get a couple of picture essays up this week: one of the happy fun outside times we've had with the Emperor and the foot-plus of snow that arrived this past week, and one of our bookshelves, in answer to
resolute's post.Right now, though, I just want to go home and crawl back into unconsciousness. Or find myself a big, juicy mallet to knock me out. Maybe a ladder and an elaborate 3 Stooges routine? Blargh.
