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July 24, 2005
24 hours of sleep on the wall, 24 hours of sleep...
I know, I know, you are hardly surprised. It seems that this waking up early thing has made sleeping without blackout curtains easier than I expected. It wasn't 24 hours *straight* but a nice combination of 14 hours on Friday night and 10 on Saturday night.
I feel nice.
So, after spending 1 whole week working again, I think I have to quit. The busses and trains are even more unreliable than I had planned for, and it seems that there may not be any way to make it to school on time in the Fall. The whole reason I took this job was because it was condusive to my school schedule.
It sucks, I really like this job. I wish they believed in tele-commuting, it would be perfect.
And in other, totally unrelated news, this makes me smile. From Pixar's 'Boundin':
Here's a story on how strange is life with its changes and it happened not long ago On a high mountain plain, where the sagebrush arranges a playground south of the snow Lived a lamb with a coat of remarkable sheen it would glint in the sunlight all sparkly and clean Such a source of great pride that it caused him to preen And he'd break out in high-steppin' dance.He would dance for his neighbors across the way I must say that they found his dancin' enhancin' for they'd also join in the play Then one day... farmer takes sheep away and shears his coat, leaves him naked and pink in the cold rain. His friends laugh at him and he is sad Then a-boundin' up the slope came a great American Jackalope This sage of the sage, this rare hare of hope, caused to pause and check out the lamb, Hey, kid, why the mope? I used to be something all covered with fluff and I'd dance in the sunlight and show off my stuff Then they hauled me away in a manner quite rough and sheared me and dumped me back here in the buff. And if that's not enough, now my friends laugh at me 'cause they think I look ridiculous funny and pink. Pink? Pink? Well, what's wrong with pink? Seems you got a pink kink in your think. Does it matter what color? Well that gets a nope Be it pink, purple or heliotrope. Now, sometimes you're up, and sometimes you're down when you find that you're down, well just look around You still got a body, good legs and fine feet,get your head in the right place and, hey, you're complete. Now as for the dancin' you can do more.You can reach great heights, in fact you can soar.You just get a leg up and you slap it on down, and you'll find you're up in what's called "a bound".Bound, bound and rebound. Bound and you're up right next to the sky And I think you can do it if you give it a try.First, get a leg up, slap it on down. So every year, long about May,they'd load him up and they'd haul him away.And they'd shave him and dump him all naked and bare He learned to live with it, he didn't careHe'd just bound, bound, bound and rebound.Now in this world of ups and downs... so nice to know there are jackalopes around.
Posted by lysa at July 24, 2005 11:24 AM