I’m tired.
Really, really tired. All I want to do is have a couple of days to sit and relax without the constant pressure of work bearing down on my shoulders. I need a break. A short yet continuous span of time during which I can actually relax and do as little as possible.
You know, like sleep.
The snowstorm helped a little yesterday; however I still had to work, even if it was from home. No sleep time, no relaxation time, not even time for a quick game of Halo. Sigh. Sometimes being a Geek is hard. No, really. It’s tougher than you think; see we Geeks are the universes whipping boys (and girls). Anytime we think we’re actually getting ahead in the world we are rudely, and often painfully, reminded how pathetic we really are.
Take yesterday afternoon for example.
I was hungry, so I went into the kitchen and decided to actually make my own lunch. Reaching deep into the depths of my soul, I reawakened my inner Neanderthal and went into ‘Hunter/Gatherer’ mode. Scrounging around the kitchen I came across all the ingredients I needed to create a luncheon meal worthy of the near-mythical Iron Chefs. Using the nearly forgotten cooking skills I learned during a long-ago 12 Step Easy-Bake-Oven class, I began to cook.
And when I was done I realized that I had created perfection.
Wanting to share my new creation with my beautiful fiancée I cried out for her to come to the kitchen and gaze upon what I had wrought. Standing proudly next to my meal as she entered the room I proclaimed at the top of my lungs, “BEHOLD! I have created The Mighty Lunch!” Giving me a look that sent a dagger of shame into my heart she replied;
“Wow. You put hot water in a Cup-O-Noodle container. You must be very proud.”
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Uh…
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Well, yeah. I was.
Dammit.
Don’t feel bad.
My g/f can’t seem to grasp that if you place the fork into the noodles at ‘just’ the right angle, it’s an absolute work of art.
*I* know I’m right though.
Awww well, glad you’re back safe and sound though. I’m a big fan of yours from Montreal and I missed your posts. I can also sympathize with your experience. Just the other day I decided to prepare a reaaaaaaaaly nice dinner just for myself. I couldn’t wait to place my plate on a tray, grab a bottle of wine, which had been decanting for just the right amount of time, and bring everything in front of the TV. But as I turned, my hand knocked the wall sending the entire contents of a meal I spent the better part of 3 hours preparing crashing to the floor… and there weren’t any leftovers. After wrestling with my cocker spaniel for the scraps, I honestly debated for just a few seconds whether or not to eat it anyway. I mean really who would know, but I thought better of it. In the end I ordered a pizza, bleah.
Thank god you’re back. I was sick of those bugs crawling all over me, the night sweats, and the hallucinations.
Good to see you’re back. I thought I was the only one who looked forward to your mighty geekness in text-form.
Sorry to hear you’re the curse that is being a Geek is taking it’s toll on you. But remember, it’s also a blessing. Um… yes, of course it is… uh… I’ll get back to you on that.
And I missed all of you, too.