Sleepy
I slept well last night (as far as I can tell), but I appeared to wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Within in a few minutes of getting up, a minor mishap (some clothes falling off of a shelf in my bedroom closet) had made me feel irritable. So, I went on my walk (it was by this time ~5:10am), trying to shake-off the foolish aggravation and annoyance I felt. It took most of the walk and I had gotten through most of my daily rosary before I felt in a relatively normal state of mind again.
As is my custom this Summer, at the end of my walk, I will sit outside for a spell in a comfortable chair out in the side flower garden of our house, have my first pipe of the morning, and a very large glass of iced-water (64 ounces (aka 1.9 liters)). It was pleasant.
Then I went to the gym to weight train. All went well, and I was in my office at the U by 8:10am. I did a few things, but now I feel extremely sleepy. I think part of the issue may be that I have a meeting coming up on Tuesday involving a trio of folks that are annoying beyond belief. Do not get me wrong, each one is individually a very nice person on a personal level. Yet, the trio together are a combination of witlessness, cluelessness, and also ruthlessness beyond compare about their respective jobs here at the U. The three of them are together involved in making my life a torture for the next two days because a) one person has no working knowledge of how to use a computer, b) another person has no understanding of real world application of regulations versus the absolutist, black & white, most obsessively neurotic stance possible on a regulation, and c) the third person has absolutely no understanding of science process but likes to think she does. It shall be a chance for me to try to practice seeking inner harmony in the face of torture.
PipeTobacco
I slept well last night (as far as I can tell), but I appeared to wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Within in a few minutes of getting up, a minor mishap (some clothes falling off of a shelf in my bedroom closet) had made me feel irritable. So, I went on my walk (it was by this time ~5:10am), trying to shake-off the foolish aggravation and annoyance I felt. It took most of the walk and I had gotten through most of my daily rosary before I felt in a relatively normal state of mind again.
As is my custom this Summer, at the end of my walk, I will sit outside for a spell in a comfortable chair out in the side flower garden of our house, have my first pipe of the morning, and a very large glass of iced-water (64 ounces (aka 1.9 liters)). It was pleasant.
Then I went to the gym to weight train. All went well, and I was in my office at the U by 8:10am. I did a few things, but now I feel extremely sleepy. I think part of the issue may be that I have a meeting coming up on Tuesday involving a trio of folks that are annoying beyond belief. Do not get me wrong, each one is individually a very nice person on a personal level. Yet, the trio together are a combination of witlessness, cluelessness, and also ruthlessness beyond compare about their respective jobs here at the U. The three of them are together involved in making my life a torture for the next two days because a) one person has no working knowledge of how to use a computer, b) another person has no understanding of real world application of regulations versus the absolutist, black & white, most obsessively neurotic stance possible on a regulation, and c) the third person has absolutely no understanding of science process but likes to think she does. It shall be a chance for me to try to practice seeking inner harmony in the face of torture.
PipeTobacco
6 Comments:
you have kindergarten colleagues as well...patience, sir!
Would you get off the fucking morning rosary shit? I grew up with catholic parents, they didn't do no fucking morning rosary shit, they got awake and fucked each other to put them in a good frame of mind for the rest of the day.
If you want to get the day off to a decent start get fucked.
Oh, and fuck your rosary ....
Catholics only do rosary's when the shit is hitting the fan (or in church on Sunday) so are we to assume that the shit is always hitting your fan?
Frankly, I think your only problem is that you're not getting enough pussy, to bad you didn't know my catholic mother, she would have fucked you under the table. LOL
Wow!
Another wow here.
Wow!
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