[I think we've all had this basic incident with our job]

* receives email
* reads cryptic response
* thinks "okay, that sort of answers my question"
* continues reading
* thinks "wait, what does that even mean - that has nothing to do with this"
* thinks "if I ask about that, will I like the answer? Will I suddenly be in charge of it? Will it be worth my brain power to get involved?"
* files email

lumos / nox

I dreamed that my old middle school was now housing all the props and set dressing from the Harry Potter movies, and (of course) they were all actually magically, and (of course) you could tour the stacks ... on broomstick.

I know that I am a responsible adult this morning, as I am not currently still asleep and waiting to see what popped up next.

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Why yes, I seem to still be awake at slightly-past-two-a.m. because I'm listening to movie score snippets on itunes, trying to directly identify the single piece of music I adored in a movie I saw one year ago.

I think it's safe to say my life took a weird turn in January. 2014's gonna be a strange one.

(And now I'm trying to do *four* things at the same time...)

Today I wrote my meeting notes on the paper wrapper from a pack of copy paper because my computer was stuck in an endless loop of updates and I don't always pack a notebook when I have the laptop on hand. I know the table probably shared a collective "really, you don't want regular paper" moment, but Y'ALL! It had natural folds so I could keep each department in it's own section and it's was double the size of my normal meeting notebook and I kinda wish I could use it every meeting.

[In other news, I remembered I had a blog again. Perhaps more will appear soon.]