Morpheus is Sometimes a Wanker

The only thing more difficult than getting to sleep when I want to is waking up when I have to. I wonder what it's like to be a morning person? I know what it's like to be around a morning person (and the less said about that, the better) but I'll probably never learn what it's like to be one. I can't imagine that, after a lifetime of nocturnalism, my fundamental nature would suddenly change. There have been times when I've had to sleep nights and wake up early, but I've never felt right at those times. Yet, recently, I haven't felt exactly right about the nocturnalism, either. I've developed odd irregularities in my sleeping patterns, with sudden unintended naps at odd hours, and sleeplessness in the early morning at my usual bed time. All part of the weirdness of this year, I suppose. I only hope that it doesn't end with me turning into a morning person. I wouldn't know who the hell I was.

A Few Things

Pizza. I'm going to get very bad indigestion, but it shall have been worth it.

We are finally getting some daytime clouds. As yet, they are only thin cirrus, holding no promise of rain, but they are nonetheless a relief from the relentlessly blue skies of recent months. I don't know how long it will take for me to recover from this summer, but the sooner the rains come, the better.

I'm seeing far more acorn woodpeckers this year than I've ever seen before. This must be the consequences of last years bumper crop of acorns. (I'm presuming that they got their name because they eat acorns, among other things -- I don't actually know much about them.) This afternoon, I saw two of the energetic little redheads pecking at the eaves of the house next door. I've never seen them peck at my house.

According to Brad, the site should be running much faster now. Much to my surprise, it does seem to be so. Icons are still slow, though. My friends page and comment pages have been opening quite smartly today, for the most part. Could LJ be fixed at last? Oh, dear. Isn't that one of the signs of the apocalypse?