Applegeeks pointed out an interesting post on Vincent Cheung’s Blog regarding breaking out of your sleep cycle in a way that allows you to feel good in the morning. I might try it — getting up this morning was very rough.
Of course, if I went to bed at a decent hour it probably wouldn’t be as rough…
Okay, so yes, it’s 4:30 in the morning. And yes, I do know my husband will be getting up for work in less than an hour and I haven’t even gone to bed yet. And I’m well aware of how unhealthy it is to screw with my already chaotic sleeping patterns.
But I just uploaded the comic for October 29th. That means I’m 5 comics ahead since, what? May? June at the latest. I tried to keep a buffer of 10 last spring when I was between classes and this is the first time since graduation in July I’ve come close to (re)building any buffer at all. So despite utter exhaustion, dehydration, and general ugh, I feel damn good right now.
Go me!
I wonder if I can get another one started before Nighthawk gets up….
Spent the weekend programming, drawing comics, and taking apart a laptop to see if it could be repaired. Tuesday’s comic is between 1/3 and 1/2 complete, with all the requisite bits accounted for, just not assembled. I got five hours of sleep last night. I have to work tomorrow. The dog’s sleeping with her head stuffed under the blankets and the rest of her out. We’re supposed to get more thunderstorms. I think we’re out of soap. This is getting a bit too random, even for me – going to bed now.
Good news: Yesterday, my new scanner came!
Bad news: Yesterday evening, this cold/flu/ugly thing I’ve been fighting got the best of me. I was running a fever (99.7), had a horrible sore throat, and was totally exhausted and didn’t get my scanner set up!
Good news: This morning, my fever’s (almost) broken! (98.8)
Bad news: I slept until 9:15 and don’t have time to set up my scanner. Oh, and I’ve lost my voice. (Okay, some of you might count that in the good news).
Good news: I’m feeling better, so I’ll still be able to go to the beach tomorrow!
Bad news: I have to get all the stuff together for tomorrow to go, so I probably won’t have time to get a comic together tonight.
Good news: The Mariott has high speed internet access.
Bad news: I’m not dragging my scanner down there.
In other, shorter, words, comic schedule still iffy, but I’ll have *something* up even if it’s lame.
My last class is finished.
My professor assures us that we’ve all passed.
I’d party but I’m too tired to do much more than eat a celebratory bowl of ice cream and sit like a lump on the sofa. Very shortly (once we’ve determined if Nighthawk’s car battery is dead) I’ll be going to bed.
All at once I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders and that the whole world is open to me… and also that I’ve lost a little something, not having class to go to anymore.
They say that these are not the best of times
But they’re the only times I’ve ever known
And I believe there is a time for meditation
In cathedrals of our own
…
For we are always what our situations hand us
It’s either sadness or euphoria
(billy joel)
I’ve been assured that this will wear off… I’ve also been assured that just because I’m a Master Engineer I won’t necessarily be allowed to drive a train. (Apparently, Conductors do that. I pointed out that I’m mostly water and trace minerals, and they’re both pretty good conductors, but that was not enough.)
And despite fears that I won’t have enough to do, it looks like I’ll be pretty busy. A webcomic to re-buffer, a website to re-revise, my brother-in-law’s birthday / high school graduation party this weekend, Virginia Beach next week, visits from some ideaphiles the week after that, and so on and so forth. And then there’s the floor to finish in the 2nd bedroom and then bathrooms to remodel, etc. etc. it goes on and on. Still, graduation frees up about 10-20 hours a week of my time, so I should be a little more relaxed.
Next Monday my shift changes – I’ll be working 5 days a week for the first time in a few years, 10:30am-7:00pm. Very odd.
To all of you who’ve helped me stay sane these past three years, thank you!
I did it! It’s done.
I’m currently uploading the last of the changes to our class project website — at least, the last ones I plan on making… at least, the last ones tonight. We’ve reached the stage where we’re rapidly writing documentation to try to get our deliverables together, and discussing lockdown dates. If all else fails we lock down at 6pm on Wednesday, because that’s when we hand all our blood, sweat, and tears over to Dr. LaPlante. At that point, three of the four members of my group (myself included) are done, finished, kaput, end-of-Master’s.
Meanwhile, it’s 3am Sunday and I’m not going to wonder why I feel like hell all day later when I get up.
At least if I’m up until 3am coding in the future, it’ll be for either money or my own insanity.
I’m having one of those "can’t remember what I was going to post about" moments. It was probably going to be about how freakin’ tired I am. We have five weeks of class left and I have a thousand things to do and no time to do them. Every time something gets added to my list of things to do I can see another day of my vacation in July just evaporating.
I haven’t even looked at the buffer for the comic in a week and a half. Guess I’d better check that.
I’d like to go upstairs and go to sleep, but I have so much to do. Enough that I have to stop sitting here wondering what I was going to post about. Night.