I can see through space and time, but my eyelids defeat me...
Monday, June 23rd, 2008 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanAh, mes enfants, plus ça change.
Either the office thermostat or my internal one is broken. I am hot. Not boiling hot, but I should be far happier if I were a few degrees cooler. The upshot is that it is business as usual: I managed to answer a couple of Parliamentary Questions this morning, trailed through my accumulated emails from the past week and then nearly dozed off over lunch. I am almost, but not quite at that stage where extravagant eye-rolling is called for to try to stop the closing of the eye, the drooling of the mouth and the snoring of the tonsil.
In short, I am this close1 to doing a Homer Simpson in the office.
I think I slept alright last night, but the Tube journey in was a dozer and this afternoon is very much advanced in that direction, too. Even copious quantities of coffee (instant, I'm afraid; maybe I should invest in a cafetiere?) are barely up top the task of defeating the gravitational pull on my eyelids.
Luckily, it being a Monday, I am accustomed to clearing off home shortly after four in the afternoon as it is games night. Maybe I can catch a few moments' kip before people turn up expecting me to run some Cthulu for them.
Had I remembered to pick up the documentation this morning, I could have taken a wander across to the bank to register a change of address at lunchtime. That may have woken me up a bit; blown the cobwebs away. Still, I can do that tomorrow when the early finish is less likely.
I need a divertissement. Any ideas, O world of LJ?
1You'll have to work with me here. I don't know how to type a tiny gap between index finger and thumb, so you'll just have to imagine it.
Either the office thermostat or my internal one is broken. I am hot. Not boiling hot, but I should be far happier if I were a few degrees cooler. The upshot is that it is business as usual: I managed to answer a couple of Parliamentary Questions this morning, trailed through my accumulated emails from the past week and then nearly dozed off over lunch. I am almost, but not quite at that stage where extravagant eye-rolling is called for to try to stop the closing of the eye, the drooling of the mouth and the snoring of the tonsil.
In short, I am this close1 to doing a Homer Simpson in the office.
I think I slept alright last night, but the Tube journey in was a dozer and this afternoon is very much advanced in that direction, too. Even copious quantities of coffee (instant, I'm afraid; maybe I should invest in a cafetiere?) are barely up top the task of defeating the gravitational pull on my eyelids.
Luckily, it being a Monday, I am accustomed to clearing off home shortly after four in the afternoon as it is games night. Maybe I can catch a few moments' kip before people turn up expecting me to run some Cthulu for them.
Had I remembered to pick up the documentation this morning, I could have taken a wander across to the bank to register a change of address at lunchtime. That may have woken me up a bit; blown the cobwebs away. Still, I can do that tomorrow when the early finish is less likely.
I need a divertissement. Any ideas, O world of LJ?
1You'll have to work with me here. I don't know how to type a tiny gap between index finger and thumb, so you'll just have to imagine it.
