The days where I get ten hours of sleep are not the ones where I’m most rested. It’s only ten here and I’m already yawning and thinking about how comfortable my bed is. I sat down to write a blog post (two days in a row!), but I’d rather be sleeping. On days like this I wonder where the time went. I feel like I didn’t get much accomplished today and that’s because I didn’t. I have trouble focusing on one task, so my days are usually a jumble of half finished projects and wasted time. I guess all I can do is think of the positives. I received two free meals today (food would be where my mind goes first), it was a beautiful day outside, and I made plans to have lunch with a good friend tomorrow. Normally at the end of a lackluster day, I hope I can get my act together tomorrow, focus, and get some work done. Tonight, I am not hoping. I am determined to make tomorrow better.
Here’s a simple quote from Cougar Town that has been applicable to my life lately: “Nothing you really want in life ever works out, unless you’re in one hundred percent.”
But maybe Ron Swanson said it best:
Nature is trying to take over in the parking lot of the restaurant where I work. We have four geese that have made their nests in the lot and have started having babies. This seems adorable. And okay, it is to me. I pass them all the time and they’re cute from far away, even though they actually do sit pretty close to the front door at my work. Some of my coworkers throw things at them and chase them. This was how we learned that doing things like that was actually a felony. So either they’ll stop or get arrested, either outcome works for me. The hostess and I have become friends with the geese. Or as close to friends as I can be without getting too close to them. I say hello, they don’t chase me, I go inside, and everyone wins. I don’t even really mind breaking for them when I drive away. However, I would like them better if they responded to my horn and actually moved out of the way. Someone called Animal Control today to move the geese because some great citizen tried to run over them with his car. We learned that because of An Important Law geese are protected and they can’t do anything to displace them. I guess I’ll be seeing my little friends more often.
As for me, I am slowly becoming more productive and making money doing some freelance writing. Also, my day job at the restaurant was pleasant if not lucrative, and I’d almost say I’ve had a productive day. I would say it but last time I really felt like I was getting things done and making progress, I backslid majorly into a napping, procrastinating mess. Tonight I’m going to try to get some of my personal writing projects done and watch some of my favorite Tuesday night TV shows. I don’t know why Glee is one of my favorite Tuesday night TV shows, but it still is. And in watching the Veronica Mars reruns that are on Soapnet, I remembered why I fell in love with Max Greenfield from New Girl in the first place. I know everyone loved Logan but I was all about the cute deputy. Or the badass Latino biker. I still miss Weevil. Or okay, even Duncan Kane was kinda adorable. That show had a lot of attractive menfolk on it, which is another reason why it shouldn’t have been cancelled. I’m still hoping for a movie!
Eli "Weevil" Navarro (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
It’s ten. My mom is asleep on the couch while I play chest and try not to focus on the Mentalist. I had a great game last night where my father didn’t slaughter me but won after a hard fought battle. It’s not that the Mentalist is distracting but that I hate it. I love Simon Baker, or I know nothing about Simon Baker but I think he is very attractive. And his partner is from Empire Records, but really what else does that show have going for it? Besides being a highly successful crime procedural, of course.
We all had a busy week. My parents are putting their house on the market in March. It wasn’t until this Saturday that I actually realized how soon March was. Selling the house in March was the plan from November, it’s just what we said. And now it’s happening. I’m not actually that sentimental about the house. It kinda sucks that now it’s as close to brand new as it was since twenty years ago when it was brand new and we don’t get to enjoy it. But I’m most disappointed that my dogs will be moving an hour away once the house sells.
I was going to move when the house sold. And by move I mean I was going to find other family members to mooch off, many who have already offered. I don’t know how to illustrate how cheap I am because there isn’t really a list of set things I do. I just don’t spend money whenever possible. And I find it’s possible a lot. But now I’m at a point where I saying fuck it. I’m always saving up for some point in the future, whether it’s an emergency or my current plans to move to LA. Except it’s not really saving, it’s hoarding. I don’t have a good relationship with money. It causes me too much stress and anxiety. And I’m finding that save for money I really do want to move into my own apartment. So yes I will have to spend money. Once I’m done cringing over that I’m telling myself that this will be a positive experience for me or other happy mantras I can repeat when I freak out over money. But it will be. And I can still save money for LA. And my roommate wants to get a cat and name it Princess Sparkle. So there’s that too.
A cute cat picture cures all worries.
I turned into an old woman for a week. More specifically my mother. She stretches out on the couch, gets all set to watch her favorite shows, and then she’s asleep before the first commercial break. I’d come home around eight or nine this week and promptly doze on the couch for a couple hours. I think I was out by 10:00 every night. I didn’t know what else to do since my computer was broken. I guess I can’t really understand that logic now but it made sense at the time. I like watching TV but it’s not something I can sit still for unless I’m doing something else. So this may have been first clue that I rely on my computer too much.
Or maybe that came as soon as I drove home from dropping it off and my first thought upon entering was that I should look up the song I just heard on the radio. And it continued like that. I’d want to check facebook then I’d remember, go to write then I’d remember. I don’t know at which point it become normal for me to write using the computer. Maybe its the three bags full of papers and notebooks that are in no discernible order.
I’m usually always on my computer. Sometimes I’m even doing something productive on it. Something went wrong with it (determined to not be my fault, yay). The picture would freeze or turn gray and I had to move the screen to adjust it and get it to work again. This started out fine but when I was shaking it like an Etch-A-Sketch to get it to return to normal I figured it was probably time to just send it in.
The computer is back now and I’m happy. I did manage to get a few things accomplished without it. I got some cleaning done, I washed and folded a huge amount of laundry, I watched all of Party Down while washing said laundry. When I didn’t have anything else to do during TV I tried doing stomach crunches. I resorted to exercise and cleaning. I’m so glad my computer is back.