Divisions and Precisions

Hasty and sort of scattered.

Hasty and sort of scattered. All sorts of computer issues popped up this morning, and I didn't get to quite finish my thoughts.

I suffered in silence during the last flight to California (and I do mean suffered), too embarrassed to say anything.

My notify list is, for the moment, non-functioning. Liquidweb support were their usual helpful selves (i.e., "Well we don't have a problem, so we can't help you, sorry!". Suggestions for a new webhosting service are appreciated. I'm fed up.

Vacation Anxiety

I have the sleep schedule from hell right now. I told Laura last night that I think I'm making up for my mad Sim-spree last week. After our corporate meeting yesterday (see sidebar), I worked for a couple of hours then got to leave for the day. I was home by about six after running errands. I had dinner, then hopped online. From there, I got very sleepy, so decided to take a short nap. Right. Seven hours later, I woke up, cold and confused. And very much wide awake. I mean hell, I'd just had a full night's sleep. So what if it was only 2 am?

So, back online, checked email, found out that the entire California contingent was still online, so I hung out for a bit until I got sleepy again. They were discussing whether to play Crucible of Freya for D&D or something or another for Werewolf while I'm out there. I hope they were kidding. I think they were trying to make me freak out, since we've said all along that we'd play Tribe 8. Despite writing for the game, I've only run it once, and I haven't played it anywhere except online. Ironic, no? Sometimes that makes me feel a little like a fraud, I admit. It's definitely not for lack of trying to play it, believe me.

California. I'm out of here a week from tomorrow. I think this is the first time I've ever actually gone somewhere for a week or more since I was in college (the first time, I mean). It's definitely the first time I've taken a vacation this long by myself. I'm a little nervous, a lot excited. I'm nervous because while I've met Brand before, I've never met Josh or Laura or Mo. I'm not worried necessarily, just nervous. Also, after my last flight to California, I'm a trifle worried about the flight itself, specifically how comfortable my cushy behind will or won't be in my tiny airline seat. I had good luck with Southwest last year when I went to Oklahoma, but I'm flying Northwest again this time. I don't know. I do know that this time I'm going to be a lot less shy about things like asking for a seatbelt extender and asking my seatmate if I can raise the arm on the seat between us. I suffered in silence during the last flight to California (and I do mean suffered), too embarrassed to say anything. Not only was I in pain by the end of the flight, but I was incredibly unsafe by not wearing a seatbelt. When I went to Oklahoma, I was a touch more assertive, thank goodness. So we'll see what happens.