I've "discovered" a new way to fall asleep when having made the mistake of sleeping all Sunday: books on tape. It's like reading, but I don't have to strain my eyes or physically hold a book up, and I have the bad habit of "I'll just finish this chapter --ooh, what happens nocjkpext?! I'll just finish this next chapter..."
But with books on tape, I'm laid out in my comfy sleeping position, and as soon as I find my sleepy self being disturbed by the noise, I hit pause and continue falling asleep. No adjustment of position, no putting a book away. Hooray!
Now I just need to stockpile books on my phone.
Juliebird, I do that with podfic.
I never hit pause, so there's a lot of re listening for me.
Neither recruiter emailed or called by five. It's too late to run the book errands, but I sure am hitting the pharmacy and grocery store.
(Made more cookies. Shame)
One of my awesome neighbors has moved. Today, the moving van pulled away for the last time. She's fulfilling her dream of raising her daughter on her beloved Eastern Shore, with an added bonus of taking her rocking skateboarding fiancé along to his dream of returning to the shore too. So I'm happy for them, but her porch was the first I dinner partied on and I missed seeing them out there tonight. It's funny how sad it's made me.
There is a completely heartbroken little girl next door. G and L were born within months of each other and grew up together. Poor kids, I remember when mine moved away. I see many more trips to the Shore in their future.
Here's to hoping the new owner falls in love with our hood.
My not awesome neighbors are moving. So of course on Saturday they were guests at a wedding at work. And were annoying and made me want to cry. I wish that tree had smooshed them. Yes, yes I do, I am that horrible. At least the husband.
And since I know their voices, as I sat in the front office they were all I could hear.
And I got to hear how Mr. Neighbor would do my job, which was par for the course and completely against my moral compass, but of course I'm a daft fool for thinking otherwise.
We're like opposites! Congrats on being rid of them!
For fuck's sake. Someone stole my license plates (and holders).
Well, I'm done for today. I called the police station and apparently you can't report these things remotely so I know what I'm doing tomorrow morning when the traffic settles.
Well that's... stupid. I hate shit crimes like that. Maximum inconvenience, minimal recourse for you. I'm sorry.
I wish I had awesome neighbors to miss. I'll miss their snow plow for the driveway. But I'll not miss the fear of owing them a favour. I'm still getting heckled for every little observance he makes of me, which doesn't help with my reclusiveness.
Jesus, ita, I'm sorry! Happened to me once, and it sucked.
