There are indeed no tits on this radio

I have been getting up at 5:30 to listen to a radio show as part of my thesis research. It's a three-hour program which I record and play back later, transcribing the relevant parts. The whole process is taking up tonnes of my time, hence the lack of writing. Or running. Or doing anything but attending the odd work meeting where I feel somewhat out of place. I wish I could speak confidently to a room full of men in suits.

This radio thing is a conundrum. B found a recorder for me so I can record the show as it plays online, store it on the computer and then listen to it later, transcribing the relevant bits. Before, I was listening to the show live on a ghetto and taping bits here and there. Meanwhile, I was just doing what you do when you listen to the radio - sewing, dishes, making breakfast - so that was pleasant! But I was missing a lot of relevant stuff. This way, I tape the whole show, but since it's not that reliable a recorder, I have to be near it all the time to make sure it's mostly working. Then, I have to listen to the show all over again, essentially. This is going to take forever. I suppose I could go back to the ghetto and tape the whole thing on cassettes - can you even buy those anymore? Whatever. I'm still at the stage of trying out techniques and it's not critical that I document every last word.

Getting up this early is anti-social, not so much because no one is up at that time but because I want to be in bed by 9pm, which is pretty early. This happened last night. I was doing that incessant yawning thing - I hate that. A clear sign that I need to be asleep, but I'm not. Luckily, we were just at J-Lo's place and since he lives in the same building as us, I just walked upstairs and I was home. Yay!