Was beat & stressed yesterday. The weekend wasn't restful. Saturday I had to put down one of the Kittens Maggie brought in. It had megaesophagus and was starving to death. We took it to the vet and spent 3 hours there... not a fun experience in the best of circumstances.
Having to do that made me think of Obie and having to put him down. Also, these kittens are really only here for a little bit longer until we have to send them to the pound anyway. Here they are in action:
So it's made me kinda down for the past few days, and I think I've just been a little depressed in general. It's gotten better though.
I've begun the process of cleaning my computer room. Actually I've been making it more dirty by getting in all the computer junk I have and centralizing it in my office area. On the good side of things it helps me consolidate everything, on the bad side it leads to clutter, and I hate clutter. :-)
My plan, is to setup my windows PC for games again, my Mac for graphics and rendering, my linux box will remain my server, and I will fix-up the old dell to be the TV control box (that also plays CD's and acts as a giant photo displayer). I got the mac setup yesterday and I got the latest ubuntu as well. The windows game machine needs a power supply and I need to get to installing on the old dell.
Return to your first love, it's a paraphrase from the Revelations in the Bible, and I use it help me to remember to not get distracted from the things I enjoy doing. In Revelations St. John was talking to the church of Epahasus, but I remember it to help keep me grounded. There are reasons we love to do the things we do, and remembering that helps keep us centered. I've filled my life with a lot of distractions recently and keeping first things, first has been a problem. So, I'm jumping back into my computers, as my hobby as well as my profession again, and using them like I enjoy using them.
I went to sleep 'late', maybe around 1am, but I woke up at 6:30 because of a horrible dream.
I usually don't have dreams like this one. It was really violent, the beating women kind of violent. In fact I've only had that kind of dream three times. I wonder about my brain when I have dreams like this, was it a specific event that triggered it or was it just too much tv or is there some evil piece in my mind that feeds on things like this or does some demon know where to jab his spear in my brain to trigger these thoughts no matter what I'm doing... It had made me really tired though. Even though I slept I got no rest and woke up early. I guess part of me didn't want to watch the television of my brain. I spent the next hour and half sleeping and waking in a chair... I heard Helen leave on her scooter, and I finally got up and showered and rode into work.