A day which is in a weekend that is long
Jul. 3rd, 2005 10:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
same_skyOi. Long day. We were up and out of town before ten (which would be more impressive if we hadn't meant to leave at nine.) There was a family reunion thing over at a lake thirty miles past Morehead. It was generally hot and a little miserable, but kind of fun. I guess. Then we stopped at K-Mart with my parents, and I gotta tell you, my mama can out-shop your mama. Anyway, the parents made me feel crappy until we ended up stopping at the house for a few minutes on the way back, and we ate at La Finca's and it was SO GOOD so it was worth it, I guess. And then, we came home (hours later than planned) and I have spent the rest of the evening playing The Sims 2, which is what I've been doing lately with my free time. We were so excited when it first came out, and I only got to play it for a few days before I got really busy with something, and then I never started back until this week. I have no committment when it comes to games, and in this case.. it's.. you know.. pretty similar to the last one, which has already taken many, many hours of my life. I guess that made it easy to brush off.
So, we've had two days of mainly-play, and now I guess we're supposed to get some real-life stuff done tomorrow and WOULD YOU STOP WITH THE BLEEDING FIREWORKS ALREADY? What part of "today isn't July 4th" do these people not understand? Tomorrow! IT'S TOMORROW! Anyway, I'm none too sure about that plan. I'm thinking that we should just sit around and watch movies and play games. And sleep late. Very very late. Which is just totally likely because I haven't had a good night's sleep in over a year. Well, not really. But it does feel like it sometimes because I haven't slept well since we moved. I wake up a bunch of times during the night and toss and turn more than I ever did before. I think it's the mold. And if it's not, well, I'm going to blame the freaking mold anyway. Why not? That's actually not quite as crazy as it sounds because I was reading crap online about how mold counts are highest at two or three in the morning, and mold-allergy sufferers often find themselves awake without knowing why at those times. But, I don't know how true any of that is, and I didn't care enough to do further research. I can only care about so many trivial matters at once, and right now, my research attention is focused in other directions.
Have I mentioned that I really, really want to go to the beach next week? Hmph. Mom bought Whitley a purple bucket shaped like a castle, with a cute little shovel. I WANT A PURPLE BUCKET SHAPED LIKE A CASTLE. This not getting to go thing sucks. But, it seems that I think whining about it will magically solve all the problems keeping us from going. I'm giving it my best effort anyway, much to my husband's chagrin. You never know.
So, we've had two days of mainly-play, and now I guess we're supposed to get some real-life stuff done tomorrow and WOULD YOU STOP WITH THE BLEEDING FIREWORKS ALREADY? What part of "today isn't July 4th" do these people not understand? Tomorrow! IT'S TOMORROW! Anyway, I'm none too sure about that plan. I'm thinking that we should just sit around and watch movies and play games. And sleep late. Very very late. Which is just totally likely because I haven't had a good night's sleep in over a year. Well, not really. But it does feel like it sometimes because I haven't slept well since we moved. I wake up a bunch of times during the night and toss and turn more than I ever did before. I think it's the mold. And if it's not, well, I'm going to blame the freaking mold anyway. Why not? That's actually not quite as crazy as it sounds because I was reading crap online about how mold counts are highest at two or three in the morning, and mold-allergy sufferers often find themselves awake without knowing why at those times. But, I don't know how true any of that is, and I didn't care enough to do further research. I can only care about so many trivial matters at once, and right now, my research attention is focused in other directions.
Have I mentioned that I really, really want to go to the beach next week? Hmph. Mom bought Whitley a purple bucket shaped like a castle, with a cute little shovel. I WANT A PURPLE BUCKET SHAPED LIKE A CASTLE. This not getting to go thing sucks. But, it seems that I think whining about it will magically solve all the problems keeping us from going. I'm giving it my best effort anyway, much to my husband's chagrin. You never know.
