From 5-7, I seriously thought about going to the pool. But in the end, actually getting out of bed proved a hurdle too great.
Have to dry my hair and put away electronics, but then I'll be packed. Should rouse my driver/ fellow traveler, unless the cats have already managed that...
Do poppy seeds even have a taste?
Dreams and melancholy. Goes well with lemon.
So all week long I've been struggling to get up with my alarm in time to make it to work, and today when I could sleep in it woke me ALL the way up at 7 and I've been doing laundry and feeding the cats. This is why we can't have nice things, brain.
That happened to me, too!
Ironically, my alarm completely failed to go off this morning, and I woke up at 8:20. I was at work just after 9, so it wasn't too horrible.
Except for the part where I am so tired and completely unmotivated.
The impossible happened, I actually got my missing W-2. I already filed using a form 4582 in place of it and the numbers matched exactly. I'm not sure if I need to file an amended return or not now since there are no changes to anything.
Through the magic of box fans and folding tables and doorways, I achieved something that has been missing for my sleep for weeks now: chilliness, and thus decent sleep.
Timelies all!
Open sing tonight, theme is food. This will be the first time in several months that we've gone.
Yay, sleep. Wish I got more of it. Instead I'm hungover and sleepy. I picked my brother up at the airport at 10:30 and took him to my sister's house, where we killed 1.5 bottles of wine and I staggered to bed at 2AM.
I don't think I've been up that late in a couple of years. I am OLD.
Now I have to decide if I want to go on this big group bike ride, or maybe go for a long run myself. I think I'd rather run: I'm out of shape and the ride looks hilly & painful.
I did stuff today! I folded my laundry, made my bed, did the dishes, scrubbed the toilet, cleaned off my desk, cleaned off the dining room table, and arranged my piles of comics and zines into neater piles of comics and zines.
I still need to dust and vacuum. Oh, shit do I ever need to dust and vacuum. But first, lunch and a haircut.