Yesterday was not a day for the weak hearted. Neither was today but for a totally different reason and that’s just a small portion of a long standing issue and a post for another day. Yesterday was a marathon day.
I woke up at 6:30 am and after dragging myself to shower, shave, toilet functions and the rest of the morning’s activities I was out of my apartment by 8:30 am. I reached the office at 9:10 am and walked towards my system. We had a big day due to the visit of some biggies from our clients’ corporate offices. We are starting off a new project and there were inspections and certifications and all sort of things happening. A meeting started just after 9:45 am and the rest of the day uncoiled and most of the day was a blur. I wanted to leave at 6:30 pm but was informed that some more people were coming in for final inspections.
We waited and waited, talked for a while as the final checks were completed. I was finally able to get to my system at 10 minutes to 8pm to complete the rest of the day’s emails and stuff. I was done by about 8:45 pm and then went to sign up for a cab to go home. I left the office at 9:10pm (what a coincidence) and reached home at 9:30pm. I quickly ordered some pizza, after checking the contents of the fridge (I was home alone) and a coke. I was starving as I had only had a couple of dosas for lunch and skipped coffee in the evening. I waited impatiently as my pizza got to the apartment. I hungrily devoured it and poured some whiskey+coke and sat and relaxed in front of the tv.
I was asleep by 11 pm but bloody hell I woke up to the sound of the tv and with all the lights on at 1am! Fucking great. And then there was no going back to sleep for me. Lights off, I tossed and turned and tried to lull myself to sleep but it did not come. I counted sheep, no go. I switched back on the lights and watched an episode each of Little Mosque On The Prairies & Star Trek Deep Space 9. I was a bit tired after that but still could not sleep. An hour later I watched an episode of Star Trek : TOS. Still nothing, but I switched off the lights after that and lay in bed in the dark. Finally around 5 am I fell asleep and woke up at 7 am. Eyes red, feeling like shit. I splashed hot coffee over my face to try and wake myself up.
Hence it hasn’t been the greatest day today either. I just wanna crawl into bed and die!
The late Jill Ireland played Leila Kalomi, a female Human botanist in the 23rd century. While on Earth in 2261, Kalomi met Spock, a Vulcan Starfleet officer. Kalomi immediately loved Spock and declared her feelings for him, but Spock could not return those emotions for her. Even after they parted company, Kalomi still carried feelings for Spock.
In 2263, Kalomi joined Elias Sandoval’s colonial expedition to Omicron Ceti III, and served as the groups senior biologist. When the expedition finally landing on Omicron Ceti III a year later, Kalomi discovered the pod plants and the contagious spores which they released into the atmosphere. While these spores protected the colonists from the deadly Berthold rays present in the atmosphere, they also gave the colonists a sense of contentment and perfect physical health.
Three years later, in the episode This Side Of Paradise, the USS Enterprise arrived in orbit of Omicron Ceti III to try and establish the loss of contact with the colony. Spock and Kalomi were quickly reunited, and she used one of the pod plants to infect Spock and break down his emotional controls so that he could love her in return. The couple spent many blissful hours together on the planet’s surface, but the spores control over Spock was broken when Captain James T. Kirk was able to induce great anger in his first officer. Realising that she had lost Spock once again, Kalomi broke down in tears. She later evacuated with the rest of the colonists to Starbase 27. Spock wrote a poem, which elaborates on his feelings for Kalomi. It seems possible that he did return her affections, secretly.
The very sweet looking & beautiful Jill was married to David McCallum from May 11, 1957 to 1967, with whom she had three sons, including their adoptive son Jason McCallum Bronson, who died of a drug overdose in 1989. From October 5, 1968 until her death, she was married to actor Charles Bronson, in whose films she frequently appeared. Late in her life, Ireland wrote two autobiographical books, Life Wish (1987, about her experiences after being diagnosed with breast cancer) and Life Lines (1989, about her adoptive son’s drug addiction). Ireland died of breast cancer at the age of 54 in California.