Working my way towards actual work...

Yep, made it in this morning, although it was touch and go there for a while after the alarm went off the first time. Snooze buttons are both of the strong and of the evil. I hate it when my sleep patterns are messed up - some people deal with lack of sleep without an issue. Me? It makes me cranky and nauseous.

Yes, I would have just realised there's only three weekends left before I leave. Gah.

Any way, something easy to start the day. A meme. The comfort food meme. Or at least I thought it would be easy. I've discovered in recent years I don't do comfort food. When I'm stressed or upset or sick, I don't eat. Stems from the whole 'nearly stressing self into a stomach ulcer' I did back when things were the worst during the break up. You know - Insanity Fortnight. It's not a good habit, and not one I'm proud of, but honestly, most of the time I feel sick to my stomach and only eat when I start getting the shakes or the world starts greying out when I stand up too fast. It's not a conscious decision either, before people start yelling at me to not be stupid. I just don't remember.

But, shall attempt the meme, 'cause it's a nifty meme. And I'm tired and slow-witted and putting off starting on the pile of asbestos-related death findings. I also find comfort in cooking, even if not the actual eating...

( Care and feeding of Rossis. )

Hmm, maybe I do comfort food after all. Tho' I'm sort of wishing the nausea would go away sometime soon...

Computer's down, must be Tuesday

Actually, that's not really a joke - every Tuesday, at around midday, the work network goes down for regularly-scheduled maintenance for about an hour. Which means that yeah, can't actually work now.

Not that I'm achieving a hell of a lot right now. *wry* Finished one asbestos finding, half-way through another. Three more of those to go, plus a mixed drug toxicity, which may either be a druggie or a suicide.

It's taking a lot of effort to maintain that professional distance today.

*pokes her email idly* So much to do, so little motivation. I have logs I need to start for [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], especially given Dex isn't going to be online during Aussie hours that much, and I really can't find a start. Not to mention the stuff for [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] for the 12th. Wish someone would do the organising part for me, like I do for others... So don't have it in me to run another medical scene.

And the packing continues...

Finished another box, packed all the crockery and glasses - I can use Phil's since they're here - and about to go finish cleaning the kitchen cupboards. I'm out of newspaper, which is a bit annoying seeing how I still have breakables to pack and that interrupts my flow. I think I'll see if there's any old newspapers at work tomorrow. Or buy The Age again - that's always the best for packing since it's a nice big broadsheet. Also has better quality news. ;)

I also washed the rest of my sheets (that I'm not using) and packed those in the camphor wood chest which will keep them moth-free. Got hassled at the laundry as per usual by someone begging - it's down the road from the homeless person's shelter. I wouldn't have minded so much but she blocked the door and wouldn't let me out after I'd already said 'no' the once.

Also? I ate. Pasta. Go me.

Now for those cupboards, unless I'm forgetting something else online I should be doing...