January 5, 2005

Doy

Let's hear it for random entries with no detectable theme or logic!

The oatmeal, it is not so good this morning. Conjealed. My spoon stands up in it. I mean, AcronymCo's cafeteria food is sometimes pretty blase, but their oatmeal can usually be relied on. Phooey.

Work continues in getting used to mousing with my left hand. I wish they'd invent a way to just *look* at the area of the screen you want the mouse to point to, and maybe blinking and double-blinking to select it. If they come up with it, remember it was my idea first.

This morning:
Me: "I had really weird dreams last night."
Calvin: "Yeah, dream after dream after dream after dream..."
Me: "Huh?"
Calvin: "You were twitching all. night. long. I could feel you going... doy. doy-doy d-doy. doy d-doy doy doy." With each "doy", he'd twitch and contort.
Me: "Doy, huh?"
Calvin: "Doy."
Me: "Weirdo."

It is true, though. As I lay me down to sleep (heh) I can feel all the muscles in my body tense and contract in rapid-fire succession. There's absolutely nothing I can do about it. I don't really notice it during the day, probably because the twitching follows the purposeful movement of my body. But at night I just can't lay still at all. Which translates into wickedly strange dreams (you can read about them here in Waking Mind, my dream blog) for me, and a really crappy night's sleep for both of us. Tylenol PM doesn't even effect the restlessness, and I can usually rely on that stuff to knock me out thirty seconds after my head hits the pillow.

I did some research on-line, thinking maybe it's the upped dosage of Effexor and Wellbutrin that may be causing it. Sure enough, twitching is one of Effexor's side effects. I've been on this dosage for three weeks now. Hopefully this will be like the first dosage, and the side effects will go away after one month to the day.

My manager told me today that The Powers That Be approved my tuition request, so back to school I go, probably starting February or March. Here's to getting my degree before 2048! I'm going back to the adult oriented college, which has new classes starting every month, and each class lasts for two months. I wanted to get a technical degree, but that would mean going to a traditional university half-year semester schedule, and I'd be dead before I finished it. So I'm going back to a BS in Business Management (let's hear it for No More Math!). I have quite a few credits accrued right now, so hopefully I can bang out my degree in the next 18 months or so.

My lack of a degree (and at AcronymCo it just needs to be *any* degree... a person in my technical department has a degree in Psychiatry) is the last thing Management is hinging on, in my pursuit of a promotion. I've done every single other thing they've told me I've needed to do to move up. So if they don't promote me after that., I'm SO looking for another job. Within AcronymCo if I can, of course. Despite its faults, it's a really good company to work for.

Nod to Big Brother.

I did say to Calvin at the onset of January One that I thought I would quit drinking for a while, if for no other reason than to detox from the sheer amount of alcohol we killed over the holidays. But Rula Bula's hard cider just calls to me, and I wish to go, like, now. And really, that's just glorified apple juice, right?

"Justify.... justify me..." (Making Michael Hutchence turn in his grave. Since 2005.)

Here's a bit of trivia for you. This is my 456th entry. I guess I'll have to do something special for number 500, huh?

What an odd, lame entry.

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