Last night, instead of working on all the stuff I brought home with me, I watched the Patrick Stewart/Glenn Close "The Lion in Winter". I really enjoyed it, though I still prefer the Peter O'Toole/Katharine Hepburn version. Especially the young Timothy Dalton. And hearing Hepburn talk about wearing jewelry on her nipples.
Oddly enough, though I generally enjoy his work, I wasn't impressed by Jonathan Rhys-Meyers in this version. This may have had something to do with the fact that he wore big baggy robes the entire time.
Could it be that I am so shallow as to only like actors when they are wearing tight clothing on their lithe, cat-like bodies? So be it.
I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in a while. When my life gets stressful, my dreams bear the brunt of it.
No zombies yet, but I did have a dream that incorporated the zombie-like people from 28 Days Later and combined them with the Borg from Star Trek. Viscious, raging people with wild eyes and bloodied skin fighting against their cybernetic parts which were the only things keeping them in line. And I was the only one not like them. Very disturbing.
Last night . . . well, I don't want to go into it, but I woke up sobbing. It was that bad.
I'm going to give it a few more days. If things don't get better, I don't know what I'm going to do.
As many people found out in WWII, arbeit does not, in fact, macht frei. It does, however, macht unsinnig.
I have received close to a dozen new projects in the last week. I could stay in the office 24 hours a day for the next week and not come anywhere close to accomplishing them. Plus, I would be receiving more projects during that week.