March 30, 2004

The Exorcist in 30 seconds, re-enacted by bunnies.

3:08 p.m.

Just updated my links page with links to various weblogs and Mac-related sites I visit, among other sites. I also updated a number of URLs on my anime art links page.

2:39 p.m.

Hmm. Telltale Weekly is sort of an audiobook version of Project Gutenberg . Recordings are available in MP3 and Ogg Vorbis formats, with one-minute previews. You have to pay a small fee for each recording, until the recording’s been around for awhile or gotten a significant amount of cash. It’s a great idea. I’m considering recording a story for it.

Wait…what? You want actual updateage? Oh, all right, if you insist. One moment while I set down the Proust and finish the glass of whiskey and soda….

See, that’s funny, ha ha, because I’ve just had a pretty darn rough weekend. Saturday was a remarkable day full of activity; I’d filled up my to-do list and just hacked away at it like a jungle guide with a machete. I was busy from the moment I got up until two hours before I went to sleep.

This was good, but Sunday was busy as well with out-of-the-house duties — church, writing group, AWANA. And then the bomb fell; three of the kids in my group just wouldn’t stop distracting each other and chatting while they were supposed to be studying (or at least keeping quiet so others could study). I made the mistake of allowing this to continue for far too long, then I told them they wouldn’t be getting any candy rewards that night. That worked. But it was dispiriting. I hate having to do that sort of thing, and I wish I hadn’t waited so long to introduce some sort of (ideally, milder) punishment.

Monday morning, I made another mistake: I worked through breakfast, then had a big, greasy lunch. I could barely focus on the computer screen all afternoon. Then I had to run to the grocery store to get supplies for Monday Group, then took the subway in to D.C. We had a good time, both relaxing and thought-provoking, but I didn’t get home until midnight.

So. Today. I’m not doing badly, really; I don’t feel like chewed gum like I often do on Tuesdays. But I do feel battered, like an old ship that’s creaking and groaning from overuse and in need of a rest and a refitting.

So, even though I’m low on hours this week, I think I’m going to go home early today and rest up. I need it far more than I need the money at work.