From the mouths of supervisors...

My supervisor's a very nice woman and I like her a lot. She's an attractive lady that's maybe 'bout mom's age, very sweet and thus far, though more reserved than me, has a pretty good sense of humor about most things that go on in this office as well as my personality and ways of dealing with said things.

I also like her because she has a tendency to comes over to my desk, hand me whatever paperwork I need, say something random like, "Hm...guys are takin' a longer lunch than normal. Must be Hooters day," then returns to her office and continues on about her day. :)

More later.

~E.

Insomnia...

“It's at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. I don't know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before, but it is so; the night seems to release a little more of our vast backward inheritance of instincts and feelings; as with the dawn, a little honey is allowed to ooze between the lips of the sandwich, a little of the stuff of dreams to drip into the waking mind. I wish I believed, as J. B. Priestley did, that consciousness continues after disembodiment or death, not forever, but for a long while. Three score years and ten is such a stingy ration of time, when there is so much time around. Perhaps that's why some of us are insomniacs; night is so precious that it would be pusillanimous to sleep all through it! A "bad night" is not always a bad thing." ~Brian W. Aldiss

Hm. ::smiles:: What a lovely way to put it. I think this has just become one of my favorite reflections on one of my most common, and least favorite, afflictions.

I really dig the second to last sentence.

More later.

~E.