Bushfire Season in Melborg. The sun hangs red in the sky, the air is smoky and muggy, there's an orange light cast over everything, and my hair reeks of wood smoke.
The heat seems to be affecting my ability to sleep through the day too. Hoping that isn't really the case.
I might need to up the 'B' vitamins because I've spent serious sleep time lately worrying about things that proved to be of no consequence. I spent some time at the doc's last week, but fortunately only my credit card was unhealthy. Having bumped the one thing off the list that could potentially have been worth worrying about, I moved on to 'did I get people presents they wanted'? 'Did I send the boxes to the right addresses'? (Possible as I didn't *triple check* the shipping labels. I'll take photos next time.)
Now that I've confirmed *that* stuff is okay (the parcels arrived via rocket camel) I've moved on to really inconsequential stuff, the day to day paranoias. I forget that I live and work with fairly reasonable people, and I start taking all kinds of things the wrong way, and start extrapolating wild alternate realities where Everything Goes Wrong and I Can Do Nothing Right. For example, the english language and I usually have a pretty good relationship, but there will be this horrible lurking fear that what I though was concise and well-written, is crappy and incomprehensible, and that I'm just lucky nobody's realized it yet. (With the corrollary that in fact, nobody at work really reads what I write. Hmph).
It's the weekend tomorrow, though. All I have to do is finish this week and it's off to Virtual Xmas (working on the 25th), Wii sports and WarCrack.
20.12.06
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