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dragonlady7Dinner is sitting around waiting to be finished heating. I started it because Z said he was on his way home, but then he said "Hope dinner can wait," and I texted back, "How long?" and haven't heard anything. Which is bad.
It's 8 pm on a Friday and he was supposed to have today off. He did have today off, until about 8:45 this morning, when he suddenly without warning was working furiously on something, snapped at me when I interrupted him (not knowing he was working; I thought he was messing around on the Internet, which looks the same, and started telling him an anecdote he was far too focused to understand, and derailed his train of thought), and then around 11 he abruptly got up, got dressed, and went into the office.
(Lest ye think I complain about his snappishness, he's already worked 50 hours this week and when he works he's a bit like, well, in Girl Genius you know how Sparks [mad scientists] work? All laser-beam eyes focused and intense concentration and not paying attention to the world around them? What Dimo refers to as "the madness place"?
Z's like that, only with absolutely none of the manic laughter or apparent joy. Once in a while he snickers wickedly, that's about as good as it gets.
Can you imagine a Spark putting in a 50-hour week on something they weren't all that interested in anymore?
Yeah, it's kind of like that. Z can only do about 6-7 hours a day-- he gets a lot done in that time, but when he's done he's done ...
He's done 13, 10, 11, 12, and so far 11 this week, and this sort of pattern happened over the weekend and all of the week before, so he's kind of incoherent at this point. He is taking all of next week off, no matter what. We're going to leave town, just to make sure they don't call him. (His boss said he was taking this week off too so there was No Way, but then, he was supposed to take today off too, so...)
So while I'm gnawing on my own wrists at this point because I'm so hungry (I had another awful spacy day, couldn't eat enough to not be hungry so I gave up and stared dejectedly at the Internet and it wasn't until about 4 that I even realized it was Friday not Thursday-- but I did get some sewing done, as well as all the dishes and some general tidying around the place, now that we're back home since it's not 90 out anymore-- see how spacy I am, I got lost in my own parentheses), I'm more concerned that he's not home yet for his own sake. I don't think he's eaten anything today-- he never will eat breakfast, and I had just gotten snapped at for offering him lunch (at 11:30, because I was starving) when he abruptly left, refusing to take last night's leftovers with him to eat at the office.
Dude is the kind of skinny that makes strangers think he has an eating disorder, he doesn't need to have his first meal of the day 14 hours after he gets out of bed. At least he takes sugar and cream in his coffee so he's had, like, 50 calories today... Maybe 100...
It's 8 pm on a Friday and he was supposed to have today off. He did have today off, until about 8:45 this morning, when he suddenly without warning was working furiously on something, snapped at me when I interrupted him (not knowing he was working; I thought he was messing around on the Internet, which looks the same, and started telling him an anecdote he was far too focused to understand, and derailed his train of thought), and then around 11 he abruptly got up, got dressed, and went into the office.
(Lest ye think I complain about his snappishness, he's already worked 50 hours this week and when he works he's a bit like, well, in Girl Genius you know how Sparks [mad scientists] work? All laser-beam eyes focused and intense concentration and not paying attention to the world around them? What Dimo refers to as "the madness place"?
Z's like that, only with absolutely none of the manic laughter or apparent joy. Once in a while he snickers wickedly, that's about as good as it gets.
Can you imagine a Spark putting in a 50-hour week on something they weren't all that interested in anymore?
Yeah, it's kind of like that. Z can only do about 6-7 hours a day-- he gets a lot done in that time, but when he's done he's done ...
He's done 13, 10, 11, 12, and so far 11 this week, and this sort of pattern happened over the weekend and all of the week before, so he's kind of incoherent at this point. He is taking all of next week off, no matter what. We're going to leave town, just to make sure they don't call him. (His boss said he was taking this week off too so there was No Way, but then, he was supposed to take today off too, so...)
So while I'm gnawing on my own wrists at this point because I'm so hungry (I had another awful spacy day, couldn't eat enough to not be hungry so I gave up and stared dejectedly at the Internet and it wasn't until about 4 that I even realized it was Friday not Thursday-- but I did get some sewing done, as well as all the dishes and some general tidying around the place, now that we're back home since it's not 90 out anymore-- see how spacy I am, I got lost in my own parentheses), I'm more concerned that he's not home yet for his own sake. I don't think he's eaten anything today-- he never will eat breakfast, and I had just gotten snapped at for offering him lunch (at 11:30, because I was starving) when he abruptly left, refusing to take last night's leftovers with him to eat at the office.
Dude is the kind of skinny that makes strangers think he has an eating disorder, he doesn't need to have his first meal of the day 14 hours after he gets out of bed. At least he takes sugar and cream in his coffee so he's had, like, 50 calories today... Maybe 100...
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Date: 2008-07-12 01:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-12 01:47 am (UTC)He's home now, talking my ear off. Which is good.
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Date: 2008-07-12 03:36 am (UTC)