I woke up early today, with only 6 hours of sleep, to get the final preparations done for my "petition to graduate" meeting with my director(or subordinate thereof). That meant hustling around from the lab, to kinkos. I got there on time, with all my goodies ready for viewing...only to learn that he decided he'd take the day off. How lame is that. I was waiting outside his office for 15 minutes...until someone came along and helped me find out that he was gone for the day. Gad, what a dumbass. Like I have time to waste, waiting for him to show up...and later having to reschedule for next week. Like my time is any less precious than his. I'd like to take the back of my hand upside his fat head.
So I was pretty much out of it today...even nodding off a bit at my computer in the lab. It was a cloudy, gloomy day...I was pretty much guaranteed to feel less than 100 percent because of the lack of sleep. And I didn't have time to do my morning jog...which messed me up even more. Thats probably why I'm so pissed at that bonehead for blowing the day off. That, and I'd like to be done and through with this petitioning crap.
Feeling a little dumpy didn't affect my productivity too much. I'm still chugging away at the animation. Though I wasn't all over the lab like usual...I just sat in my corner. If I had my hooded sweater with me, the hood would have been pulled up over my head, with my tunes going. Just one of those days.
I'm beginning to see the real value in sleep. Its a nourishing thing...and relaxing. "Sleep, relaxing? Who woulda thunk it?" Yeah yeah...what I mean is that before, I didn't see the harm of getting 3-5 hours of sleep, and staying up super duper late...but now, when a little pressure is on, and I've really got to produce good portfolio pieces at a constant rate, I've got to be on point everyday. And anything less than 7 hours and I'm gonna have that restless, tired feeling.
So things should be better tomorrow...I'll make up today's missed jog by jogging tomorow morning. I'm heading to bed pretty early(2:37am), meaning I'll get the full 8 hours.
Happy bday to Jerome. I called him up yesterday and asked, "so what are you doing for your bday??" "What am I doing? I'll be taking a midterm." Damn...
I'm fucking out of it...g'nite.
10/24/2002 02:43:54 AM
