Oh Autumn, Oh Irony

Heat exhaustion and sleep deprivation.

It’s now officially autumn, so naturally summer has arrived with a vengence. Since Saturday daytime temperatures have hovered in the high 30’s and night-time ones in the low 20’s. As such I have had about 6 hours sleep over the last 72 hours and am having to intraveneously inject Red Bull just to remain upright.

It doesn’t help that yesterday was the Labour Day public holiday either. So rather than slaving away in a nice air conditioned office I sweated away in my apartment, unable to do any of the rather inportant things I was hoping to get done with my day off. Like cleaning for instance, or emailing Helen and Ali who I both seriously owe emails to – Helen in particular who I’ve been inadvertently ignoring all year 🙁

Hopefully though I shall soon have things back under control. The weather should break by the weekend (or at least that’s what Nerelda Jacobs on channel 10 keeps saying, and why should she lie?) and I’ve decided to stop taking Saint John’s Wort which – while it seems to have been making me feel less depressed and anxious – seems to have been doing so by making me feel all vague, spaced out and non-motivated to do anything, a conclusion I unfortunately reached just after spending $15.00 on another bottle of the stuff. I’m also going to see about taking some time off work, like every second Monday for instance. Dale may not be exactly happy about that, but I may have to put my foot down – I am really not happy with my quality of life at the moment and an extra day to take care of non-work stuff every two weeks would work wonders towards improving it. He’ll probably make some points about doing some extra hours on other days so my salary doesn’t drop – but that’s missing the point entirely. A weekday where I can do what I want to do is of far more value to me than $150. Shocking though it may seem there are some things more important than money.

Well, how about that? I intended this as a quick note about why I haven’t done numerous things I should have done and it’s turned into some kind of manifesto. Well I suppose that’s a sort of good thing, it gives me a plan. Hmmm, I’d better do some work now…

I could be bound by a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space were it not that I dream of toasters…

Indulging in some Shakespearean/Sci-Fi celebrity spotting.

Just remembered – Over the weekend I happened to catch some of a documentary series on Shakespeare. Very interesting stuff (for a tragic history nerd such as myself) but what really grabbed my attention was a few scenes featuring a troupe of actors entertaining the tourist crowds at Stratford on Avon. They were doing a A Midsummer Night’s Dream, playing it totally for laughs (which of course is how it would have been played originally) but – here’s the thing – I swear to God one of the actors was Gaius Baltar!*Or more properly James Callis. I suppose it makes sense – he’s British after all and presumably had to start acting somewhere, but it was still quite unexpected, and had me peering at the screen going “It’s not! Is it? It can’t be! It is! No it’s not! It has to be!” and so on for a good five minutes at least.

Oh, and in news from the Missing Racists department the police now believe Jack van Tongaran is on the run, rather than dead. Apparently he decided to make a break for it (allegedly) because he figured having to report in to the local police station every few days was part of a police plot to murder him (allegedly). There’s a nationwide alert out, so hopefully he and his also missing associate will be caught sooner rather than later. Last thing we need is white supremacists with paranoid delusions (allegedly) running around the place.