Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Sophia, I have gotten up and gotten dressed for work on a Saturday, but never made it out of the house.
I think it was at least partially because I don't really wake up all the way before I get to work-- I kind of doze on the bus on the way in. But all these clues kept happening that I ignored... like the bus coming at the wrong time (which I attributed to the weather), having all new people on the bus and a new driver (which I attributed to the lateness of the bus), and the fact that it never got light (which I attributed to the storm). I sort of felt like I was in the twilight zone, but I didn't get the fact that it was Sunday evening until I couldn't actually get in the door to the hospital at work (I walk through it to get to my office) without using my swipe card, because it is locked in the evening!
My best friend and I could not stop laughing about this all evening (I called her for a ride home)
I think it was at least partially because I don't really wake up all the way before I get to work-- I kind of doze on the bus on the way in. But all these clues kept happening that I ignored... like the bus coming at the wrong time (which I attributed to the weather), having all new people on the bus and a new driver (which I attributed to the lateness of the bus), and the fact that it never got light (which I attributed to the storm).
This series of sleepy justifications is what happened to me, too! It was pitch black outside (I guess it's still too early for sunrise). I was exhausted (too much schoolwork, need a break). The clock reads four a.m. (!) (must have been a power outage four hours ago).
I love Sophia's story. I love more that she laughs at herself. And love most that she shares with us!!
ION, my brain is like at 45% focus on work. Holiday time + new job != productivity.
I'm used to waking up with utterly no clue what day it is. It is a very good thing I rely on outside cues (npr as an alarm- Speaking of Faith or It's Only a Game mean that it is weekend.)
Kat! When come back, I have something to give you.
ita, I am sorry for the sucky start to the day. fie!
I have an empty house, which means I need to get started on putting the kitchen back into its proper place. But I am having a mild freakout about how much I need to do between now and next week. Holidays were way less stressful when I was a kid.
Also? Question for the LAistas: What should I do for my anniversary? I have a sitter lined up for Friday, but nothing else is set up (see above).
I spent an hour or so of Sunday morning convinced that it was really Monday, and that I had missed the whole getting up early for the Monday morning meeting thing I was supposed to do. I had come up with a number of good excuses about why I missed it before I realized I could just go back to sleep and not care.
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thanks for all the comments on my shiny hair! i was unsure about the length, but i think i'm coming to really, really like it. i'm using the flat iron to flip the ends up and that's fun.
Sophia your story gave me a good giggle. i've done the getting up at weird hours and start getting ready for work/school, but never made it out of the house before i realized what was going on. i love that you had reasonable explanations for things that could've tipped you off. hilarious.
IOmememeN i think my sister and i have finally found a house. it's in a different area than where we were looking, but it's still not far from the rest of the family. so...*fingers crossed*.
Kat--do you still want the TV?
ita, yes! Absolutely! It's just now a matter of scheduling.
Burrell! Also scheduling!
It warmed up to 30 degrees. Now Noodle and I have taken our naps (I love vacation) and he's lying beneath the christmas tree since the tree's lights are endlessly amusing.
I am on strike. I refuse to leave the house today. Yesterday, we went to a sort of open house thing where there were: 3 grandma aged women, 1 grandpa aged man, 5 me-aged women (more or less), 2 me-aged men, 2 babies and 2 puppies. After, we had dinner at K's dad's place where there 5 couples, a six-year-old and Noah. Then we opened gifts for over an hour. No wonder he's melting down today. Too much!
