weekend’s over

Keith left at 1:45 after gaming, waking me up, and I didn’t get back to sleep until 5, which is not particularly helpful on a work night.  I will have to have a talk to him about that.

I have lots and lots of other things to talk about that are making me wildly crabby, but I won’t, because that’s the role of middle aged people in this culture.  We’re supposed to suck it up, carry on, and keep everything running smoothly for everyone else.

somewhat better

The sleep fairy let me go until 4:55 which was decent of her.

Now I am transcribing African American folk tunes into Songwriter.  One of them doesn’t seem to work at all, and the other is a very sad song about a woman crying for her dead little girl.  I’m also learning about accent notes in music.

 

yarg

I had another horrible night of sleep, or lack of it.  I feel kinda gummy and weird, which is just my annual allergies talking.

I has a sad face.  I overtrimmed one of Eddie’s claws yesterday and gave him a bobo.  He was very gracious about it.

We watched The Messenger yesterday.  I loved it, it’s a practically perfect movie, and Woody Harrelson is awesome as always.