Worked late today, we had a huge job with the stuff I actually can do, wasn’t home until around 22 (10PM). Â There is another cold snap and I can’t even keep one room warm without blowing a fuse. The home office is the warmest place in the house, I think, and I’m typing this wearing my thick winter jacket.
I’ve tried to catch up a bit with my Sims 3 project, the Adoptacy. Â But I seriously don’t have time for both my sims’ life and my own, as it turns out. Â Much less the new beta test I am invited to (for another game). Â I’d want to read more of the Happy Science books (still on second read of The Philosophy of Progress) and write some stuff of my own. Â But I need to go to bed. Two hours awake at home is not much to write home about. Â So I won’t.
I still haven’t put back on the weight I lost during the move. Â It is not that much, I can live without it for the rest of my days if necessary, but I notice I am already more hungry than I used to. Â If I eat, however, I can’t go to sleep for a while due to acid reflux. Â (The medical condition, not the excellent but oh so short-lived web comic.)
This morning I dreamed about repairing the holes in the butt of a pair of jeans, only the jeans belonged to a woman I don’t know in real life – we were in yet another world, I guess – and, more importantly, she was wearing them at the time. Â I don’t think this has any deeper meaning. Â Earlier last week I sewed one of my old but good trousers that had ripped open in the crotch – why does it always have to be the crotch, it is not like it’s under extreme pressure or something – and the next day it ripped open right beside where I had sewn. Like millimeters away. Â It’s one of the few trousers that really fits me too, even though it has lost a button and has a hole in at least one pocket. Â (I lost a house key once I was wearing this one a few months ago.)
Can haz sleep nao plz?