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Mar. 10th, 2010 06:18 pmI have an annoying Persistent Feeling of Vague Unspecified Doom, which I am thinking of calling Bob for short. It's the sort of uneasy feeling you get when you know you've forgotten something -- somewhere you're supposed to be, or something you're supposed to do -- but you can't quite think of /what/. And half the time, Bob shows up in my head for no reason whatsoever, when there isn't actually anything I've forgotten.
...This probably is not helped by the fact that my brain is in last-week-before-concert kaplooey. (I can handle the usual two-hour twice-a-week rehearsals no problem, but last night had an evening rehearsal (again two hours, with barely enough time to run home and pee and scarf down food); tomorrow has the same schedule, and then there's a pretty-much-all-day Saturday rehearsal, and my brain is fried and we've only just /started/.)
...Also not helped by the fact that my midday PA called in sick /at 6:15/. (Getting my brain awake enough to process what she was saying, was fun. Midway through, she asked "did I wake you up?" Heh. Getting my brain to go back to sleep again was also fun.) This is, mind you, three hours before my morning PA arrives, and I'm usually still solidly asleep when she comes.
On the completely unrelated hello-I-am-a-dork side, I got black nail polish. Not because I want black nails, but because one of the cereal boxes we excavated from the back of my cupboards had a toy car that, while not precisely the Metallicar, is close enough to pass. Except for the bit where it's bright blue. Hence, nail polish. I haven't figured out how to make it more Impalaish, and I'm not sure what to do about the windows (currently very dark), but. Cheap-ass pseudo-Impala is on its way :D
...This probably is not helped by the fact that my brain is in last-week-before-concert kaplooey. (I can handle the usual two-hour twice-a-week rehearsals no problem, but last night had an evening rehearsal (again two hours, with barely enough time to run home and pee and scarf down food); tomorrow has the same schedule, and then there's a pretty-much-all-day Saturday rehearsal, and my brain is fried and we've only just /started/.)
...Also not helped by the fact that my midday PA called in sick /at 6:15/. (Getting my brain awake enough to process what she was saying, was fun. Midway through, she asked "did I wake you up?" Heh. Getting my brain to go back to sleep again was also fun.) This is, mind you, three hours before my morning PA arrives, and I'm usually still solidly asleep when she comes.
On the completely unrelated hello-I-am-a-dork side, I got black nail polish. Not because I want black nails, but because one of the cereal boxes we excavated from the back of my cupboards had a toy car that, while not precisely the Metallicar, is close enough to pass. Except for the bit where it's bright blue. Hence, nail polish. I haven't figured out how to make it more Impalaish, and I'm not sure what to do about the windows (currently very dark), but. Cheap-ass pseudo-Impala is on its way :D