WAG - Glarb, glarb.
Hookity bonk-bonk.
Scqua du!
I’m sorry. I wrote what I was actually thinking and didn’t take the time to translate for the audience.
I wrote that today (“glarb, glarb”) had been a long day (“hookity”) at work (“bonk-bonk”).
I followed that that with, (“scqua du”) but you could probably already figure that out for yourself.
Note: For phonetic fans, the “q” in “Scqua du” is silent.
Since I started moth trapping duties, I’ve been averaging about 200 miles a day and checking about 10 traps an hour. I’m pushing hard now so that when I comes time to pick up the 500-odd traps in a 4 to 5 day time frame. This is due to the “interesting timing of when I’m allowed to start picking up the traps and when I’m expected back in Columbia for my other job. Technically, I should only get 4, but my boss hopes to get me an extra day.
This daily grind requires me to get up early (for me) and work through lunch. Well, I work with a sandwich in my hand and don’t stop to take an extra break because I figure I’m better off getting it all over with.
This has led to some sleeping troubles. I typically take a nap in the early evening (though not always on purpose), which means I have difficulty falling asleep later in the evening, which means I stay up waiting to fall asleep, which means I get less sleep, which makes me feel more tired throughout the day, which leads to a map to, I don’t need to keep going do I? Didn’t think so.
My biological clock is still set to dog early in the morning even though I can bear to sleep another hour or so. I’m also off from going to the Muny last night to watch the production of "Show Boat" (which is why there was no post yesterday).
Once again, I’m caught up in the pains involved with shifting routines. By the time I reset myself this time, I’ll go from checking to collecting which goes even faster (as long as I can keep the wheels of my truck on the road). Then I’ll go into student staff training, then band camp, then the first week of classes, then the second week when things really get tough as we start hitting the syllabus guidelines and whoa…
I just realized my sleeping habits are going to be in flux until…June 12, 2008 (and that’s the earliest estimate).
It all has made me a little fuzzy lately; and I’m not just talking about the quasi-beard I have due to me being lazy with shaving (and if I had a dollar for every time a relative or family friend made the comment I was growing my hair long when my dad [who had a beard for roughly a decade, and a mustache many years before that, and whose clean shaven look I only saw in faded family photos] had decided to do away with his beard, I’d could afford to fund a major pizza party - with clowns and an elephant).
Mentally, at the end of the day my brain is much more sporadic. I find myself composing not just non sequitor sentences (meaningless and/or random phrases), but entire paragraphs of nonsense.
Check out this clunker I wrote five minutes ago, but have still yet to discover a logical place to slip it into this narrative (other than to admit it doesn’t fit and hammer it anyway like a wayward puzzle piece):
The weather has been hot, and though I get lots of comments about lounging in my truck, I still have to deal with it. I do at least 50 33-meter sprints a day (both to save time, limit time spent in areas where I have no good place to park, and to keep me entertained). Even when I’m just walking, on average I get a reminder every 6 minutes of why air conditioning is the greatest machine ever invented ever (followed by computers, toast, and Game Boy Color [Source: Stephen Hawking {I may be lying, but I’m counting on the fact you probably won’t care to take the extra time to check out my facts. Hey, it worked for Jayson Blair and the New York Times. What do you want from me? What? You want me to get back to the original sentence. Wait a second while I dig up some brackets}]).
Wow. That’s pure flow-of-consciousness if I ever saw it; if you can call that being conscious.
Other than sleep being iffy, I’m having fun. I get to see caves, waterfalls, interesting architecture, rivers, streams, bluffs, valleys, and other picturesque views from my window. If I don’t like the current pictorial selection, I know it will change after another bend or two in the road. There are cons too: the humidity is a killer, litter is everywhere (even in the pretty places), and as their final act of pure evilness the Department of Motor Vehicles keeps licensing idiot drivers.
Still, the truck radio, air conditioning, and my mini-cooler (stocked with roughly two gallons of water – most of it consumed daily) make it a sweet gig.
At least, that’s what the remaining brain cells are telling me.
Since I don’t have anything else to work with, I think I’m going to trust them.
'whoogee_whoogee_or_bye_bye'
