Sleep Is For Sissies!

Or so my body seems to think. Last night I was in bed by midnight, and awake at 3 a.m., tossing and turning until 5 a.m. I guess I tired of hearing the same story on BBC of the anniversary of the Enron Debacle every hour that I was awake, and finally decided to sleep. Unfortunately, I woke up, and it was 7:30. I have to leave the apartment at 7:50. Ooops. :-/

No work nightmares or anything, although it wouldn't shock me if work was the exact reason I couldn't sleep last night.

Death Metal Brace ... and Work Crap

Because I am a geek, I have Carpal Tunnel Syndrome in my right wrist. No, it's not from chronic masturbation. More like using a computer without a wrist-rest for a long time several years back. The CTS doesn't bother me much now, but after that fall I'd taken Saturday, I've been wearing the brace because my wrist is quite sore.

Anyways, rather than the standard-issue tan brace, I have a brace that would do a Goth or a Death Metal geek proud - black neoprene, with velcro straps for that inner Bondage Fiend (okay, maybe not). I feel like I should be flashing the Devil's sign at a Metallica show or something ... or just flipping the bird at random strangers. ;)

( Ignore The Man Behind The Curtain )

Not only is my live journal an occasional source of filler, but now you're also getting the insurance education you didn't even know you wanted! In the words of the article in the latest U.S. News & World Report, "Stay on your insurance agent's good side." Yes, please do. Compliments are nice, and bribes are accepted. ;) If that's too much to ask, please don't yell at me. The job's already stressful enough without someone treating me like I'm their whipping girl.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll have more insurance drudgery to bore you with - and I may even have a few people deciding to disown me for doing so, but that's okay. ;-D