Night-time Thoughts

Brooke just left, and I'm feeling too wide awake to sleep, so I'm just working on some translating here, and figured I'd watch a movie while I do so. It's something I do often, as I enjoy the act of translating, and having words said in the background seems to boost my vocabulary. It's almost like I take on the timbre of the characters in question, so I tailor my viewing around the subject at hand. Anyway, I put on this Winston Churchill documentary, and find that it's not in its correct folder. Now this starts off a whole cascade of distractions and google searches and new torrents added to my queue. Of course, these are all things that I normally enjoy, but simultaneously trying to work has put me in rather a foul temper. I realize now that to be a database programmer would be really terrible, just because keeping a lot of information organized is one of the most stressful things you can do. Perhaps it's just my male mind at war with my frenetic personality. I want to do five things at once, but my brain just wasn't really equipped for multi-tasking. Indeed, I usually strike a fine balance, but this really tipped the scales. I found myself hunched over, back aching (My back never aches except when I'm under extreme stress), eyes bleary after only ten or so minutes!

Like I say, none of these tasks by themselves are any real work at all, indeed most of them are things I do for fun. What odd stressers do you guys have? Another one for me is untying knots. Egad, I hate untying knots. I never was a boy scout, and I think I'd make a terrible one, just because of the god damn knots. I would also likely make a terrible mathematician for that same reason. Jeez, I can't even imagine all those surfaces and hyperbolic whatsits in however many dozens of dimensions... Egad!