Monday on the Disorient Express
Mar. 1st, 2010 08:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogA pretty productive early-hour day, I thought. Slept through the night until moments before 6 without any insomnia trouble, got everybody fed with minimal fuss, started reading posts, got REAL confused about seeing March 1 post dates on things when I was sure today was still the weekend (thus explaining the me-getting-up-to-feed-the-aminals part),.... and then Emily came out of her room.
Because it's, you know, Monday.
I blame the disorientation on a bunch of things. In no particular order:
* leftover anxiety from discussions about college yesterday (Eleanor posted about them in detail last night);
* more emotional roller coaster rides from the hockey game, and the Canadian Bacon viewing we did after it, both accompanied by more than my usual quantities of alcohol and "man chips" (not to mention some Crab Rangoon I ordered out which magically lacked any actual crab and, if we're lucky, any actual residents of Rangoon);
* the likeliest suspect, the weird dream I had right before awakening, in which I was fighting with some of my all-time favorite fellow Mets fans about, well, who knows what. (Can't imagine why I'd have a dream about the Mets after watching an absolutely heart-breaking ending to a sporting event, huh.)
Oh well. No harm, no foul. Coffee is going and I'm ready to face both day and month now.
Because it's, you know, Monday.
I blame the disorientation on a bunch of things. In no particular order:
* leftover anxiety from discussions about college yesterday (Eleanor posted about them in detail last night);
* more emotional roller coaster rides from the hockey game, and the Canadian Bacon viewing we did after it, both accompanied by more than my usual quantities of alcohol and "man chips" (not to mention some Crab Rangoon I ordered out which magically lacked any actual crab and, if we're lucky, any actual residents of Rangoon);
* the likeliest suspect, the weird dream I had right before awakening, in which I was fighting with some of my all-time favorite fellow Mets fans about, well, who knows what. (Can't imagine why I'd have a dream about the Mets after watching an absolutely heart-breaking ending to a sporting event, huh.)
Oh well. No harm, no foul. Coffee is going and I'm ready to face both day and month now.