Smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon.

Every two weeks I find myself saying the exact same thing: "this is the most tedious and boring conference call of my entire life." It obviously can't be true if there's guaranteed to be another one merely a fortnight later.

Despite having a television that never turns off (it can turn off, but then it requires hitting the power buttons on the remote and the unit simultaneously for several minutes, then walking away and hoping it will turn on spontanouesly, which it usually does. Don't ask, it's just what works.), I don't really watch that much TV (I'm not counting movies). A few minutes of the news/weather in the morning, a few minutes after work, catching the end of a rerun of Simpsons or Buffy to decompress from work, then maybe one show before bed, and all this is assuming I don't have plans to go out in the evening, which I sometimes do. I probably watch more on the weekends, especially when I'm hanging around the house doing chores.

But last night was deemed television night for me: new episode of Buffy, new television show Platinum (which I loved and will by new favorite guilty pleasure), new episode of Lucky on FX. I laid out the remotes, a beverage, an ashtray, and cleared the coffee table to make room for my boots. The phone was off and even though limenal spontanouesly stopped by and I didn't mind a bit allowing her to take part in Buffy-watching, I was too phased out to actually take part in conversation.

About ten minutes into Lucky, I couldn't handle any more tv. Too many crappy things were happening to him, including getting conned by this woman who was SO obvious about it so why should the world championship poker player not pick up on it? Okay, I was just cranky and needing some physical activity. So I took the Sophinator outside and played fetch until she hyperventilated. She looks the most like bull terrier when she's overworked and physically exhausted -- I think it's the permanent grin and huffing-puffing, barrel-chest.

I hopped in the bath at which point several people called me, and I was planning on maybe returning at least one of them, but I was so relaxed and sleepy after soaking, that I crawled right under the covers.

This morning I woke up early because of a dream I can't remember. I put in Lucinda (again) and she inspired me to make a full breakfast with the leftover bacon and at one point while eating I got mad because someone wouldn't get out of my head. Well, not really mad at the person, just mad at myself. Then I got mad that I had to go to the doctor's office when I was planning on going into the office early. Then I got mad at weather for being cold again when I left the windows open last night. Then I got over all of it and finished eating and left the house.

My mood mellowed out, even when I got momentarily cranky at the doctor's office when they listed my t-shot under "STD-Treatment" because I'd also inquired about whether I needed my second hepatitis B vaccine shot. Why didn't he just ask me why I receive testosterone injections, or better yet, look in my file? And my favorite PA who does a great job usually with my injection did a shitty job and it hurt like hell. After that I stopped being mad at any of them and just left the office.

Funny how one's emotional state won't match your physical one at all. I know part of my issue is just feeling anti-work these days, which doesn't make for good Wednesdays and feeling trapped not only at my desk and in this job, but also trapped in the middle of the week.

Now I must go back to ANOTHER conference call. This one hopefully won't be torturous.