Bored
I'm writing mainly because I'm bored as shit. I've done everything I need to here at work.
I'm suddenly fighting a cold, which, what? Where the hell did this come from? Fine one day and all sniffy and sneezy the next? Sucktastic! I can only hope it's gone before my trip. I've slammed some Zicam, which I hope heads it off.
I'm retardedly stressed about going on my trip. Like, really hung up on not taking too big a bag. Or the should-I-take-my-laptop? decision. I'm such a dork. I'm also worried about not being in the mood to figure out what I want to do when I'm there. Like, why am I not working up itineraries? (Note that I'm worried about not wanting to do something) I think it's because this trip isn't about sightseeing, it's about seeing M. I miss her! Plus, if I have a ton of things I want to do it will be a chore and not fun, plus it'd be a disappointment if I didn't do them. Right now I have a short list of four things to go see, which I think is plenty. Whatever. I think I'll get more revved up once I'm on my way and am past my planning phobia. But, seriously... I am old before my time.
This weekend was exhausting. I was just worn out. Was out late Friday — I can always rationalize staying out later than I should even knowing I'll pay for it later. And pay I did: I got four hours sleep and drove three and a half hours (in the rain) to find out my sister had moved my nephew's birthday party to that day instead of Sunday. So I spent all afternoon and evening with all my nephews and thought I was going to die by the end of it. I love them dearly, but, damn, they're exhausting. Anyway, I had had all good intention to call J and meet up with him, but I totally wussed out and crashed. (Sorry, darlin'. I suck.)
Sunday I headed back to my sister's house to set up for the shower. Had the shower, which was a bit of a disappointment — it just wasn't as fun as I'd hoped. Then my grandma fainted and fell down, scaring the fuck out of us and precipitating a trip to the hospital. I helped my sister clean up and stayed with the straggling guests before heading over to the hospital ourselves. I wanted to wait to see what the doctor said about Nanny before leaving, but I finally gave up around 8:45 and left. My poor mom stayed with Nanny all night and then went to work. She's a badass.
Nanny, by the way, is doing fine. They released her from the hospital today.
Whoo! It's after 5:00 now. Long-ass day. Can't wait to go home. Later.
I'm suddenly fighting a cold, which, what? Where the hell did this come from? Fine one day and all sniffy and sneezy the next? Sucktastic! I can only hope it's gone before my trip. I've slammed some Zicam, which I hope heads it off.
I'm retardedly stressed about going on my trip. Like, really hung up on not taking too big a bag. Or the should-I-take-my-laptop? decision. I'm such a dork. I'm also worried about not being in the mood to figure out what I want to do when I'm there. Like, why am I not working up itineraries? (Note that I'm worried about not wanting to do something) I think it's because this trip isn't about sightseeing, it's about seeing M. I miss her! Plus, if I have a ton of things I want to do it will be a chore and not fun, plus it'd be a disappointment if I didn't do them. Right now I have a short list of four things to go see, which I think is plenty. Whatever. I think I'll get more revved up once I'm on my way and am past my planning phobia. But, seriously... I am old before my time.
This weekend was exhausting. I was just worn out. Was out late Friday — I can always rationalize staying out later than I should even knowing I'll pay for it later. And pay I did: I got four hours sleep and drove three and a half hours (in the rain) to find out my sister had moved my nephew's birthday party to that day instead of Sunday. So I spent all afternoon and evening with all my nephews and thought I was going to die by the end of it. I love them dearly, but, damn, they're exhausting. Anyway, I had had all good intention to call J and meet up with him, but I totally wussed out and crashed. (Sorry, darlin'. I suck.)
Sunday I headed back to my sister's house to set up for the shower. Had the shower, which was a bit of a disappointment — it just wasn't as fun as I'd hoped. Then my grandma fainted and fell down, scaring the fuck out of us and precipitating a trip to the hospital. I helped my sister clean up and stayed with the straggling guests before heading over to the hospital ourselves. I wanted to wait to see what the doctor said about Nanny before leaving, but I finally gave up around 8:45 and left. My poor mom stayed with Nanny all night and then went to work. She's a badass.
Nanny, by the way, is doing fine. They released her from the hospital today.
Whoo! It's after 5:00 now. Long-ass day. Can't wait to go home. Later.
posted by reallymadcow at 1:38 PM
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