Wednesday, February 16, 2005
OMG teh tired
Just... wow. I feel like a right proper zombie today. One of the slows mindless ones, and not a fast cunning zombie. The slow zombies are the far better kind anyways. Sure, the fast ones have a more immediate sense of terror, since they can pounce on you and feast on your entrails before you can scream for help, but that's just slasher-flick horror. The slow zombies, on the other hand, just keep coming. You can't stop them, and their army just grows and grows. Cut one down, and now you have two half-zombies coming after you. None of this "shoot them in the brain" crap - I'm talking right unstoppable. One could argue that there kind of needs to be a way for the protagonists to win, otherwise what's the point of the zombie flick? Posh! You just need to adjust your spectacles! Clearly, you're cheering for the wrong side.
So like I said. Right zombie-braindead-tired. Almost as if the regimen of less than six hours of sleep per night just isn't enough to cut it. I've made the decision to fix this, and provided I can both remember it and follow it through, that will hopefully square affairs away for tomorrow. Today, however, remains to be survived, and it just might be an excruciating ordeal, as was yesterday. This is not because of lack of activity, or lack of direction, but simply lack of "ability to get shit done". No sooner do I do anything, than I start daydreaming, or an email arrives (which is rare, but often ill-timed) or something else conspires to keep me in a state of listless, motivation-less ennui. This is a purely recent phenomenon, and I sincerely hope it is short-lived and stomped out of my system by about... five minutes from now. The fingers are crossed. In the meantime, I suppose I'll just suck down some coffee and change the subject. ¶ 8:36 a.m.
Just... wow. I feel like a right proper zombie today. One of the slows mindless ones, and not a fast cunning zombie. The slow zombies are the far better kind anyways. Sure, the fast ones have a more immediate sense of terror, since they can pounce on you and feast on your entrails before you can scream for help, but that's just slasher-flick horror. The slow zombies, on the other hand, just keep coming. You can't stop them, and their army just grows and grows. Cut one down, and now you have two half-zombies coming after you. None of this "shoot them in the brain" crap - I'm talking right unstoppable. One could argue that there kind of needs to be a way for the protagonists to win, otherwise what's the point of the zombie flick? Posh! You just need to adjust your spectacles! Clearly, you're cheering for the wrong side.
So like I said. Right zombie-braindead-tired. Almost as if the regimen of less than six hours of sleep per night just isn't enough to cut it. I've made the decision to fix this, and provided I can both remember it and follow it through, that will hopefully square affairs away for tomorrow. Today, however, remains to be survived, and it just might be an excruciating ordeal, as was yesterday. This is not because of lack of activity, or lack of direction, but simply lack of "ability to get shit done". No sooner do I do anything, than I start daydreaming, or an email arrives (which is rare, but often ill-timed) or something else conspires to keep me in a state of listless, motivation-less ennui. This is a purely recent phenomenon, and I sincerely hope it is short-lived and stomped out of my system by about... five minutes from now. The fingers are crossed. In the meantime, I suppose I'll just suck down some coffee and change the subject. ¶ 8:36 a.m.
