Tuesday, December 02, 2003
Man, it's too quiet in here.
Figured I'd better put something up here before Blogspot starts looking for blogs to close due to inactivity. Unfortunately, I'm currently almost entirely incapable of rational thought. I have the first of what I'm sure will be many winter sinus infections, and to top it off my house looks like the warehouse level from (insert name of FPS game with warehouse level here, or, more simply, insert name of any FPS game here). Floor to ceiling with boxes, totes, crates, bags, and other sundry storage implements.
So with not one but two loan closings coming up, and a six years worth of stuff to pack up, and about a billion other things to do, I have (several times in the last few days) found myself at my desk just randomly cycling through parts of them at a time. I'll write the first three words on a check for a bill, then turn to the web browser for a few seconds, then pick up the phone and try to make a call, realize I don't know the number of where I'm calling, go fish it out of my bag, return to the check for another three words. Repeat.
But greetings to Insectophile from Insect Journal who stopped by to look at my "tiger spider" post. Once again, spiders: little eight-legged traffic generators!
So with not one but two loan closings coming up, and a six years worth of stuff to pack up, and about a billion other things to do, I have (several times in the last few days) found myself at my desk just randomly cycling through parts of them at a time. I'll write the first three words on a check for a bill, then turn to the web browser for a few seconds, then pick up the phone and try to make a call, realize I don't know the number of where I'm calling, go fish it out of my bag, return to the check for another three words. Repeat.
But greetings to Insectophile from Insect Journal who stopped by to look at my "tiger spider" post. Once again, spiders: little eight-legged traffic generators!
