Hi, guys! Didja miss me? Let’s get to it.
- Read every day. Yes. Reading may be the only thing I’m good at. Or at least the only thing I’m good at doing consistently.
- Blog every day. Nope. Are you ready for story time? Because it’s totally story time. A bunch of stuff contributed to the sudden cessation of my blogging activities. We’ve got my weird sleep problems, which kind of got weirder. Halfway through the month I started getting tired every time I watched the Phillies; it didn’t matter if it was a day game or a night game, if the Phillies were on my TV I got tired. Tired to the point of sleep. I fell asleep during every Phillies game I watched for a while, and when I woke up disoriented on the couch after the game ended the last thing I wanted to do was blog, so I didn’t. I barely read on those nights. Right around the time the Phillies stopped acting as a sleep aid for me I came home to discover that my Internet wasn’t working. And because Bright House is the worst they had no interest in sending someone to my house at a time that was convenient for me, so I was sans Internet for a few days (the horror!). (Also, when I called Bright House I learned that they are far more concerned about my cable TV service – which I don’t pay them for directly because it’s part of my HOA fees – than my Internet service – which I do pay them for. Because that is a thing that makes sense. Fucking morons.) Apparently the physical cable into my house had been cut in not one but two places. (There are unconfirmed reports that a Fios guy was digging near my house on the day in question so I’m totally blaming Fios for this.) And at that point I was out of the habit of blogging. I thought about posting a couple of times, particularly on Fridays, but explaining my absence just felt like too much work. And eventually I resolved to do it today because of accountability and whatever 🙂
- Exercise every day. Nope. It’s a good thing I haven’t shelled out the cash for a Fitbit or something like it because my daily stats would be sooo depressing.
- Brush my teeth twice every day. Nope. Do you really think that I’d drag myself to the bathroom to brush my teeth on those nights when I fell asleep on the couch watching baseball? Please.
- Break out of my comfort zone. Kinda. I actually worked this month (a temp gig) (for two days, which is a whole ‘nother story), which is strange and new for me. I took baby steps in my job search. And I’m in the midst of a process (for lack of a better word) that requires me to (try) to break out of my comfort zone. We’ll see how that goes.
Dunno why I became obsessed with parentheses in the last bullet point, but whatever.
And before I forget, I have some good news to share on the house front. No, I didn’t sell it. But the water damage was finally fixed. So that’s something. Although I did just get the most messed up letter from the builder regarding the water damage. Apparently they have been unable to obtain my signature on some document certifying that the repairs have been completed, so unless I write them within seven days of the date of the letter they will assume it is complete. The thing is, though, that it’s no wonder that they haven’t obtained my signature on said document because they never fucking tried to obtain it. The first I heard about it was when I got the damn letter. I know I’m making a mountain out of a molehill, but I really did not appreciate the tone of the letter. Man, I should’ve listened to the little voice in my head that told me not to buy the damn house.
And that was supposed to be a positive story. Ha.
Dammit! I just accidentally erased the blog post I was *this close* to publishing. Stupid fucking iPad keyboard! (Who puts an undo button on a keyboard? I mean, really.)
Anyways, I didn’t post yesterday because I was asleep (seriously). And I’m gonna try to go to sleep now even though it’s only 8 PM.
I just glanced at the calendar on my wall and saw that my first student loan payment is due tomorrow; I’d kind of repressed that knowledge after I set up automatic payments a while ago. I’m so screwed. So, so, so, so screwed.
You know what I needed? On top of everything else I really needed to start feeling like shit. Blah. All I want to do is curl up in bed, so Imma go do that.
I’ve spent the past two weeks working on decluttering my house. It’s slow going (and it would be even if I didn’t spend six hours a day napping) and harder than you’d think. Take, for example, the two things in my bedroom I focused on today: my jewelry box and a big canvas bag full of bags (purses, wallets, etc.). I rarely open the bag o’ bags and couldn’t tell you the last time I looked in my jewelry box, so every bit of decluttering advice I’ve ever read says that it should’ve been the easiest thing in the world to just get rid of all of it. If I haven’t wanted to wear any of that jewelry or use any of those bags in months then I don’t need them, right? It’s not that simple.
Bags are useful, but I rarely have two in rotation at the same time. I hate switching purses, so I don’t. But just because I’m not currently using the Coach handbag I got for my birthday several years ago doesn’t mean I should donate it to Goodwill. Someday I’ll want to use a smaller purse than the one I’m using right now and I’ll switch back to the Coach bag. The fact that I was eventually able to convince myself to get rid of a dozen or so bags is quite remarkable (especially since my initial response was to keep them all).
Jewelry is a tricky, tricky thing, too. It’s not necessarily what you’d call useful, but it can be meaningful. And that meaning can make a piece insanely difficult to part with. For instance, I found a simple gold cross necklace in my jewelry box today. I never wear it because I don’t wear gold or crosses, but I will never, ever get rid of it. Why? Because it was my Confirmation present from my maternal grandparents and that makes it special. In the end I decided I could donate some of the stuff and I even found a few necklaces that might be worth selling, but my jewelry box is still really cluttered. At least my jewelry is (mostly) all contained in one relatively small box, right?
I slept last night, you guys. Granted, I fell asleep sometime around 4 AM, but whatever. I was positive that there was no way I’d sleep after yesterday’s six-hour nap, so imagine my shock when my alarm went off and I realized I’d been asleep. The last thing I remember was waiting for the current episode of The O.C. to end and thinking about what I was going to do when I got up. But then I fell asleep. Life is so weird.
Perhaps even weirder than the fact that I slept is the fact that I got out of bed at 7:30 even though I’d only gotten, like, three hours of sleep. I’d hoped to stay up all day and work on cleaning my house, but that didn’t happen. When I was eating lunch I decided to take a break from cleaning and watch The Hunger Games, but then I fell asleep while Katniss sang to Rue. And I slept for four or five hours.
I can’t wait to see what happens tonight. Will I sleep? Will I watch a couple of episodes of The O.C. and then get out of bed at 4 AM? Who knows? (This is like the least-exciting serialized story ever.)
My goal for today was to stay awake in the hopes that I’d be able to sleep tonight. But then I ate lunch while watching a movie and promptly fell asleep for five or six hours. So guess who won’t be sleeping tonight. At least I stayed awake while the contractor was at my house. (House update: they still don’t know what caused the damage and, therefore, haven’t done anything to fix it. This is going to drag on forever; I can feel it.) I turned to my buddy the Internet to cheer me up 🙂