A brutal three days in a row at my day job, on very little sleep - Datsa keeps meowing very loudly earlier and earlier in the wee hours, and we're at a total loss as to what to do. This morning he woke us at 4 AM and Robin, who's on a killer deadline at the moment, elected to stay up with him (as has become usual) so that I could try and get a modicum of fitful sleep until my usual 7:30 AM wakeup time in order to be able to drive to work without crashing the car. I'm still cranky and tired, and although there's no place in the office I can go and lie down I'm trying to take things easy this morning; if my boss is true to the form he's shown the last few days, he'll come in at around 3 and just be getting geared up as everyone else in the office is leaving, and it'll be another evening of unpaid overtime for me. When your cat wakes you at 4 or 5 and you start your workday at 8:30 AM and don't leave your desk for lunch, a 6:30 PM quitting time is a bit much. It's all I can do to make dinner and collapse, so it's a good job I didn't make any new year's resolutions about exercising, as I haven't the energy (it's probably not a good idea to exercise when you're sleep-deprived anyway). Sometimes I wish I were a cat. Or a dog. An exercising dog. Like the ones in this Mariko Takahashi video, via Mark at BoingBoing:
I don't know how she does it - the heads look like real poodles... And a special bonus silly site via Keith - it's the "Dalek Workout: Exterminate the Flab"!
I don't know how she does it - the heads look like real poodles... And a special bonus silly site via Keith - it's the "Dalek Workout: Exterminate the Flab"!
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