I don’t know about you guys but this daylight savings nonsense is killing me. It’s only 9 but my body feels like it’s 1am and I haven’t slept in 3 days.
So. so. so. so. soooooooooooo. Tired.
This weekend was OK. I’m nursing a cold (which was terrible today, btw) so I knew I wouldn’t be able to run around like crazy.
OK, who am I kidding. I don’t run around like crazy on the weekends. Here’s my typical weekend:
- get off work, buy junk food
- putz around on the internets until
- 9pm when I watch Fringe
- call Jack, fall asleep listening to his voice
- wake up, watch ponies
- catch up on TV
- waste time
- call Jack, fall asleep listening to his voice
- wake up
- do laundry
- waste time
- try to find a Downton Abbey stream
- get angry about Downton Abbey
- call Jack, fall asleep listening to his voice
- MONDAY
This weekend was a bit different because Sondra came over and we had a Downton Abbey series 1 marathon & tea party. It was a lot of fun and required nothing more than sitting there and watching lovely television. Full disclosure: I was on DayQuil the whole time so that might of explained why I shouted abuses at Thomas whenever he was on screen.
I got my yip care package on Saturday. It was just perfect – Milani Gems (been lookin’ for that one!), Reese’s squares (90% gone), chocolate, CDs, cute little trinkets. I swear my person called up everyone who knows me and double checked with them to see what would make me the happiest ever. My recipient got her package too which I am glad for since there was so much trouble in shipping. I think she liked everything (I sent a hand-made hat, some books, some toys and a MLP calendar) which pleases me. I love giving gifts but they always stress me out in the tiniest bit.
I have been working really, really hard on my story for nanowrimo but I don’t think I’m going to finish or even come close. It’s just so hard for me to do this. I know, it’s silly. No one ever, ever has to read my story. Still, there’s a lot of fear associated with it that I am too tired to unpack at this point.
Speaking of tired, I spent today laying in bed, blowing my nose and snuggling with a very patient kitty. You know how dog people say “Oh, I wish I were the good person my dog thinks I am!!”? I say “Oh, I wish I were the patient person my poor cat is!!!”
Seriously, I feel like I got hit by a bus this morning. Blast you Daylight Savings! I think I’ll move to AZ, just to escape it. Esp since E turns into crazy child each time her schedule gets messed with, which means daylight savings = hell around here. No parent (at least the ones who spend more than 2 hrs a day with their kids) would have come up with an idea that would mess with their kids’ body clocks.