Soon, I May Not Know My Own Name
So anyway, proposal is pretty much done, came through the internal evals well, and only a little more work left to go. [I'm lying to myself; I could spend all weekend going over it, as I've really only read my part of the proposal and haven't read anyone else's.] I need to go in for a while today, because I have some non-writing things to do on the proposal. [Read: schedule generation. This will be kinda cuh-razy.] I wish this proposal had been due yesterday rather than Monday, but you know, I also wish I was 6′4″, 215.
But as proof that I haven’t slept well lately, other than … uhhh, Thursday night, I came home last night, piddled around for a while, and crashed about 1830. I didn’t even consciously move again until 0115. It was almost 0200—when I’d been out here plinking away on the ol’ computer for about 20 minutes—before I could piece together that I had just succumbed to the nap waves emanating from my bedroom.
Did I mention that I have two RFQs and two ROMs sitting on my desk, demanding attention from other customers? Man, I’m glad that I love what I do, or I’d be miserable.
