I mean, my boss has it, and so maybe I caught it from him or something. Or it could just be what I ate for lunch. Or that I didn't get any sort of restful sleep last night.
But it sure is weird to be sitting here working, then momentarily zone out and have the vivid sense of having a conversation with someone who's standing in front of you flapping his hands.
Not that this is a unique thing in our office, either in reality or in near-conscious daydreamings, but it is similar to that weird semi-awakeness I sometimes struggle against during church, when I wander off mentally and begin having the most startlingly idiotic semi-lucid thoughts. Wouldn't be so bad if I could do any of this with my eyes open, but it seems I just can't keep them open.
At least I've not started snoring.
That I know of.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at July 30, 2007 01:13 PMDoes Miss Reba give you a pointed elbow in the side if you happen to have a "near-conscious daydream" in church, or are the youngsters seated between the two of you? I like to think of those times as "extreme mental exertions" as I typically am trying to figure out some tangent to an important thought. At least it seemed important at the time ...
Posted by: Marc V at July 30, 2007 01:25 PMHey, I like that phrase "extreme mental exertions". I'll use that next time I get an elbow!
Posted by: Stan at July 30, 2007 01:41 PMNo, they're so fleeting no one (usually) has a chance to poke me. It also helps to have a Bible in your lap so it looks like you're reading. And you have to learn not to jump up when you regain control of your consciousness. You have to be subtle and keep your head down a bit with your eyes open, and then reach for something, THEN lift your head back up. And then you nod off again.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 30, 2007 02:02 PMNo wonder they're called exertions. I don't think I could keep all those steps straight.
Posted by: skinnydan at July 30, 2007 02:09 PMIt's difficult, but I don't want people to think I sleep through church!
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 30, 2007 02:11 PMWhat would it be like for someone up front speaking, imagining everyone is in their underwear and also watching them nod off? Time to fluff the pillows and tuck in the blankets? I hope my pastor has a good sense of humor about it, cause I sure ain't gonna ask him about it. Every once in awhile I remember to take notes, and that helps look like I'm paying attention and not in la-la land.
[I do those same things, Terry, and my wife still thinks I'm nodding off - go figure. You can imagine her reaction when I tell her I was thinking "really hard" about something important. It's difficult to make the body twitches look natural.]
Posted by: Marc V at July 30, 2007 03:39 PMIndeed--that's the worst thing. I can usually control my freakishly large head, but sometimes my limbs have minds of their own. Most embarrassing was the time I had my leg crossed and my foot slipped off my knee and hit the pew in front of me. Hard to make that one look accidental, or explain why it was intentional.
So I gave myself a coughing fit.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 30, 2007 03:49 PMWould ya'll shut up and turn down those lights? I'm tryin to sleep here, oops sorry that should be Miss Tobiko is sleepin...
Posted by: Chef Tony at July 30, 2007 03:52 PMSorry--I was coughing up a fur ball.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 30, 2007 04:18 PMWhen I'm tired my mind wanders off on it's own, no matter what I try to do...notes end up being doodles when that happens.
Posted by: Diane at July 30, 2007 04:45 PMHeh--danged apostrophes!
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 31, 2007 07:47 AM