From the Department of It Could Be Worse

Woke up this morning with a head that felt like someone was driving rivets into it. Most people would call that the price to pay for a very enjoyable weekend; I added up all my time this weekend and couldn't come up with anything that made me deserve this.

Unfortunately, the last five hours or so were from half-past-eleven last night to four-thirty this morning, with no sign of sleep, so there you go.

*groan*

Dammit, one should not have to face such a headache without having been roaring drunk in advance.

Ah, well. Bagel. Advil. Then work.

Which is the bright side; I could have woken up with a splitting headache after two hours of sleep and not had work to go to.

(Which may well be the case in a couple more weeks, but that's another story.)

Rec: Star Wars (Original Trilogy): "The Darth Side: Memoirs of a Monster"

It is a period of civil war. Guerrilla spaceships striking from a hidden base have won a narrow victory against our loyal Imperial forces, inflicting heavy losses in terms of casualties and, worse, the galactic peace. During the battle insurgent spies managed to steal secret plans to our ultimate weapon and the brainchild of Tarkin's dream, the DEATH STAR, an armoured space station with enough firepower to destroy an entire planet.

The whole thing has given me a massive headache.

Mix three parts Star Wars with one part Bridget Jones' Diary and one part LiveJournal (or actually Blogger), and you've got a take on the Star Wars trilogy that is by turns moody, snarky, angsty, and screamingly funny. If you've ever wanted to use the Jedi death grip on whoever is forcing you to sit through a PowerPoint presentation, then you need to read this.

One tidbit, which had me gasping for breath:

...You try to be an effective manager, you weed out the bad apples like the late Admiral Ozzel -- only to find that an insidious culture of incompetence has somehow transformed your deadly pan-galactic armada into a fleet of spaceballs.

The Darth Side: Memoirs of a Monster.