I think Zeus misses Kent. Or at least he misses having another human around who will play with him. I've been feeling a bit guilty the past couple of days because I've been neglecting him as far as playtime goes. But time has been pretty short what with getting back on the graveyard shift sleep-cycle, and also visiting Dad in the hospital and taking care of my parent's pets. Moreover, I had to drive back out to the coast Friday afternoon to the MS Gaming Commission to get my gaming badge renewed. It took me an hour and half to get to this place, and it took a whole fifteen minutes to get my new badge. I suppose I shouldn't complain about a government agency being efficient. I just wish they were closer. Fortunately this permit will last me for three years.

Today is the first day I've been back in the gym since Kent left. Today is also the first day that I've felt like I've had enough energy to make going to the gym worthwhile. Wrenching the sleep cycle around is always an adventure and leaves me wiped for a day or two. Makes the commute interesting to say the least, as well. Thank the powers that be for caffeine! I thought that I was going to die on friday on the way back from the gaming commission. I was so tired, and so sick of that commute, I was using every trick I knew for staying awake during the drive, and I still came close to losing it a couple of times. Hate that.

However, I got some really solid sleep Friday night, and today I had no such troubles with the drive, so I know that it was just residual vacation-fatigue, plus having to make that long drive twice in one day. Ugh. And now that I feel more rested I've made inroads on getting onto a stricter diet. I've cut out pretty much all of the junk-food type snacks (yes, Tammy, even the M&Ms) and should be able to get the rest of my diet in order as soon as I have the chance to get to the grocery store.

This seems to have been the week for new journal-readers to email me. Way cool! I apologize right now, though, to everyone who has written in the past couple of weeks, to whom I have not yet written back. I promise I will. Soon. Really. I swear. I mean it.

So, I tend to scrawl notes to myself (when I don't have the time or energy to do a journal entry) about things I want to talk about in my journal (when I do have the time and energy to make a journal entry.) I spent a good five minutes puzzling over one scribbled note to myself, wondering why on earth I wanted to say something about sheep. I finally realized that the scribble was actually "sleep." I'm still trying to figure out what "psclg to harva drmg" was supposed to mean. I'm sure it was something deeply profound that would have moved my readers to tears and laughter and changed their view of their role in the universe.

Well, bugger.