My hours are majorly screwed up right now. I fell asleep at 13:45 and slept all the way until 01:15. That's almost 12 hours, spuds! I remember getting up for my evening HRT alarm (it uses the alarm tone I wrote in Hydrogen for all my work alarms 5 years ago), taking my meds, then falling asleep on the couch waiting for the coffee to percolate. 4 hours later, I woke up from a dream about politics to a pot of seriously burned coffee that was full of grounds because the filter folded.
I'd planned to make pizza using my special recipe for dinner, but since I slept through that, I just made it for breakfast instead. I already had a dough ball leftover from when I made Cornwall-style pasties a couple weeks ago, so that streamlined the process. Also, Kraft cheese might taste good, but it does NOT grate well. Their stupid semi-soft mozzarella/monterey jack crossover cheese that they sell under the name "Mozzarella" turns into cheese curd-lookin' things in the food processor and I had to just chop it with the meat knife (yes, it's kosher; is that supposed to be some sort of crack about my dishwashing abilities?). I didn't get the crust perfectly circular, and I think I used too much oil because some of the topping near the edge slid off and is gonna be a pain in the ass to get off the pan now, but holy shit on a shingle, is this pizza the best damn thing I've ever made. Even though I forgot to salt the sauce, I was making the most unladylike orgasmic sounds ever while I ate it.
Don't mind me, I'm just grouchy because my back hurts. Today, I plan to go on my customary morning stroll, write about it in the walking journal, then work on work for a few hours. I have a client who needs me to embed about 1000 youtube videos onto their site, each with its own individual page. Then, I would really like to write a new song; I don't have a project in mind, I just want to write something. Then I need to go Thanksgiving shopping and make Dog Food for dinner.
Such is the excitement of my life.