My cat is sticking her paw into my VCR and meowing at me over her shoulder.
Oz ,'First Date'
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
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.
OMG, it is hot here. This is ridiculous!! And I mean, it's not as hot as it was. And I know I missed most of the heat. But...but...it's now decently nice outside, but it's STILL HOT IN MY APARTMENT. Booooo.
Oh, and books I have regretted getting rid of, mostly accidentally but: books in a series, that I then later was like "Oh, I want to re-read the whole series" and then couldn't because I didn't have the whole thing, and I didn't want to wait for the library to bring them, or didn't want to have to go buy them again.
Just because I'm up at 5 am still doesn't mean I want to talk.
woke up before 6, and decide to just get up at 6 rather than stay in bed and end up groggy. Managed to get a few things done and catch up on the internets. Now to get mac up and moving so I hop in the shower.
If I shower early enough maybe I can get files done and taped up. One of the chores too loud to do once mac goes to bed.
It took years, but I did manage to convince my parents that talking to me before my 3rd cup of coffee was a bad idea.
I fell asleep on the couch (again), and woke up around 5:15. Decided to finally watch Sunday's Doctor Who, and now I have to pick up my apartment, shower, and run over to the grocery store to fill up my cabinets and fridge before Dad shows up at noon for a visit. Don't know what I'm going to do with him--maybe I'll see what movies are playing at the bargain theater.
I've realized (yes, it took me a while) part of my problem is that I've had virtually no decompression time from this trip yet. I can count on one hand the number of hours since Doha where I've been awake and alone and some of those have been in Target, which isn't exactly conducive to it. I'm still operating on a sleep deficit, I've got a lot to process and I've got the two people capable of irritating me the most underfoot and I resent that I'd have to hide in my own room in my own goddamned house to get away from them.
So.
No respite for the wicked.
It took years, but I did manage to convince my parents that talking to me before my 3rd cup of coffee was a bad idea.
I still haven't managed to drum this one into my mother. My kids, however, know this rule quite well. They'll even whisper confidentially to each other, "Mom hasn't had her coffee yet."
Ugh for you, sarameg.
I know that I was glad to head home on Tuesday after being with my Mom since the previous Monday afternoon. She was feeling regretful since she spent a good portion of last week sleeping and vegging (recovering from pneumonia will do that to a person), which didn't bother me so much (I love vegging on vacation instead of constantly being on the go), but it did produce prolonged togetherness that got on my nerves by the end of the week. It was great having the past day and a half being just me and my cat here at home, getting caught up on my dvr queue and relaxing.