Up at 5AM doing online quizzes - what t'Frig is wrong with me?

Difficult Your life has been 39% difficult.

Based on your family, money, political context, and personal situation -- during the important years of your development -- it appears your life was DIFFICULT. What does this mean? Well, the "difficulty" of your life is a measure of how rough you had it. Relative to the world, you had a very, very difficult childhood. I'm not sure what "success" means to you, but whatever it is, you can achieve it. When you do, it'll be that much more impressive.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 64% on difficult

Link: The How Difficult Is Your Life Test written by chicken_pot_pie on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Hm.  I wonder who had a 'good' childhood.  Oh, wait, those people probably have no need to journalize. :)

I'm going back to bed for an hour.  I know it's unfair, eor, but what am I going to do if I'm up, now?  If I have too much time I just vegetate, I might as well be asleep. 

eta:
Everyone must read the thread of daegaer and Co. commenting on the possibilities that abound with making Paradise Lost as a movie - *chortle!*.

Yes, I have not gone back to bed, yet, and maybe I'll give up the idea. Vegitating is proving more fun. :)

uh oh...

I've run out of LJ to read and it's only 6:20AM.  I might have to... do something.  Something useful.  Like... dishes.  Or actually write on the birthday card which I bought for my brother a week ago and haven't sent out, yet (his birthday was four days ago).  Waitaminute.  Normally I'd have just woken up, now.  I could still go back to bed.  This getting up too early stuff has me all screwed up. 

"What Would Jeeves Do?" and, yay, I'm good at my job! :)

Well, he might have thought about it for half a second before sticking the sticky side of the sticker to the sticky side of the magnetic material.  However, with the help of the scissors I now have an only slightly skewed looking "What Would Jeeves Do?" magnet for my fridge.  I got the magnetic stuff months ago and it's been hanging out on the fridge, waiting patiently for me to stick thing on it.  Meanwhile the "What Would Jeeves Do?" sticker had been stuck to the fridge with yet another magnet.  It seemed like it was hight time to join the two in holy matrimony, in the manner in which Cafe Press should have done it but did not.  Now I'm trying to restrain myself from buying the button.  I like the design on the sticker better, but a button can be worn out and around, anytime, and lasts longer than a t-shirt.  It's a better buy.

Hey, yeah, I did not go back to sleep.  I realized as soon as I crawled under the quilt that what I really wanted was to get warm.  Why don't they turn on the damned heat around here??  So I read for a while, then had a hot shower, made tea and breakfast, and now I feel much better. 

I read more of "Strangers."  I seem to be finding insights on myself in it. 

Oh, also, I need to be squeeful!  How could I come so close to forgetting?  I had a test yesterday over that training I just took, and I apparently did very well.  I would like to tell you why, but I think it might be too complicated.  I guess the simplest thing to say is that I recognized things in the x-ray images which I thought everyone should, but the trainer said most people don't. 

.  .  .

I just realized that the pepper plant on my desk is crawling with white flies.  I took it into the bathroom and pinched as many as I could, and crushed the dirt beneath the plant, but I knew I didn't get all of them.  And when I went to put it back I realized there were probably hundreds on that part of my desk.  Again, I wiped up as many as I could, but I could see them flying up like dust motes.  *shudder*  I'm all creeped out, right now.  And late for work. 

bye.