Maybe that's what's been waking me up every night this week! I don't think I slept past 5 a.m. any day this week, even with the help of my best friend, Tylenol PM!
So this is all random, purging-my-brain-stream-of-consciousness kind of stuff.
I have to cut in with one more coat of primer in my bedroom. Oven 99% done, need somebody stronger than me for a couple of spots. My suitcase exploded, or so it appears. Need to be drip pans (is that what they're called) for the stove and a few outlet/lightswitch covers. Oh, and paper towels, Bounty should send us a thank you letter after the last couple of weeks! Mop! I don't know though, the mop that Chief brought home looks scary, I don't think I can touch it! I can do laundry instead, that's a fair trade-off, yeah? Crap! After Sunday, we'll have to use a laundromat. Someone needs to clean the ceiling fans and the closets upstairs. MUST get out to Hickam this morning to take Brent's books for book buy-back day. Then turn around and spend that money on his next quarter's books. Also need to send back the one we rented from Chegg. Need to mail my nephew's curtain, too, before he's too old and wants something else! Ugh, my stomach hurts! Why do I always have an upset stomach? My throat feels raw from the fire last night. I love sleeping with my Griffey-pie but not when he wants to sleep sideways! When he's sleepy is about the only time he'll pay attention to me anymore, since he thinks he's so "grown"! Rude! ;) I may skip the gym today since I'm not feeling so swell. But maybe I will let Brent put me through an ab workout to compensate. That'll be good, then by Monday I'll be a complete invalid, won't be able to move anything! I'm out of my old office now for the rest of my time here. :( I'm going to be a complete transplant next week living in a hotel and working in a borrowed office. I sort of thought spitting all this information out would clear my head, but it's still unfocused. Maybe the clearing is a delayed reaction kind of thing and takes an hour or so? This weekend feels like an oxymoron: it's a marathon weekend, but at the same time seems long. It's not, I'm wrong. Jack is freakishly strong. Every time he comes to give me a hug, he practically attacks me and either nearly knocks me down or hugs too hard! But I adore him, so it's o.k. Need to cut out my picture from the paper to add to my book. Wonder if I have enough mounting paper left? I'm a little afraid that Chief won't charge his phone and when I call him next Friday to tell him to pick up a couple copies of the paper for my articles, I won't be able to get him. See, it's necessary that I worry about this 6 days ahead of time. ((eyeroll)) Moving into the hotel, oh, excuse me, the "INN" on Monday. A whole litany of things related to that. Moving on... My throat is raw, did I cover that? Dinner tonight with Dana and Nina. We may not discuss my impending move. Against the rules. Laura cannot have sad feelings. Great, now I'm referring to myself in the third person! Does that make me super important? You know, like how Donald Trump refers to himself in the third person. Speaking of Donald Trump...I somehow watched an episode of the old Hawaii 5-0 this week. No, Donald Trump was not on it, but he is on t.v. on Sunday nights and Hawaii 5-0 is on t.v. too. See how that relates? Then last night I watched something about komodo dragons and something about aliens coming to earth during biblical times. Somehow they run together. I must have been tired. But apparently not tired enough to sleep the whole night through. Maybe that's why I can't think clearly this morning?
I can relate.:)
Posted by: Mary | March 27, 2011 at 07:38 PM