May 26th, 2009

Chief is grumpy

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Today, I'm feverish, headachey and slightly grumpy. Had I felt this way when I left home, I probably wouldn't have, and I certainly would have returned home after my 8am dentist appointment rather than going to work.

Oddly, I'm 90% sure this makes me a bit more pleasant around the office, and especially by email.

My internal tact-meter doesn't so much check "is this a good idea to say?" Rather, it checks, "am I in a good enough mood to deal with the fallout of saying this right now?"

Today, the answer is generally, "could this wait until tomorrow?"

And on the first day of the awful new time-tracking system, too. Guess I'll have to save up snark for later.
Healthier kind of disgusting

Still sick, getting better

My wife rocks. Not only did I skip tango class, I pretty much came home, got out of my riding gear and collapsed in bed under a lot of covers. She brought soda, watered juice, soup, and took care of a grumpy Shanna by herself for hours so that I could get some sleep.

Technically, I didn't get any sleep. Whatever weird bug I have is keeping me from sleeping, which is one reason I'm up right now. But I spent a lot of time collapsed and basically hallucinating lightly (I get the best thoughts while sick and miserable and unable to sleep - weird). And now not only do I not feel so awful, I've no longer got ungodly high fever and chills, just a fairly reasonable fever.

While sick, I found myself thinking that smart people get an easy pass in this world, and it keeps them from learning a lot of useful ways to think. And that it makes sense that we try to teach them things with no simple answer like art projects because that forces them to do something that you can't just easily think your way through and give a pat answer. Also details for a spam-resistant game co-referral system -- I'm not sure it'll work now that I'm thinking more clearly. And a correct answer to a programming problem I had earlier today. Plus a series of hard-to-describe parallels between being feverish and under a bunch of blankets with drug trips and sweat lodges, and parallels between all of that and having a baby.

I'm so not making it to work tomorrow.