I remembered to write my month in review post during the month in question. Hooray! (It’s sad that that’s a thing worth celebrating, but what are you gonna do?)
- Read every day. I’m thankful that I’m still going strong with this and I know that if it weren’t for this resolution there would have been days (particularly this month) when I would have gone to sleep without reading. So these resolutions are good for something.
- Blog every day. I could make excuses about extenuating circumstances, but the truth is that I did not do this.
- Exercise every day. No.
- Brush my teeth twice every day. Sadly no.
- Break out of my comfort zone. A little bit.
Maybe next month will be better. It’s not likely, but it’s not inconceivable either.
I’m super thankful that I just went on Twitter for the first time in a month because that’s the only reason I have anything to share today.
Let’s all laugh at Wal-Mart. It’s the worst. And if you went to Wal-Mart or any other store Thanksgiving night, then you’re part of the problem and you really need to rethink your priorities.
I think the combination of tryptophan and the lovely headache that just started is making me very, very tired. All I want to do is go to bed, so I will. Thankfully I don’t have to go to work tomorrow.
Is there a better feeling in the world than turning off your alarm clock before going to bed? I don’t think so.
Happy Thanksgiving to me 🙂
This morning I woke up 70 minutes before my alarm. (I know this because I actually looked at a clock when I realized I was having deja vu all over again.) (Important thing I just learned: I taught my autocorrect to always capitalize “Deja” by writing Deja Entendu so often. Important thing I just learned while writing the first important thing: I taught my autocorrect the word “Entendu” – also always capitalized.) Why did that happen again? It wouldn’t be so bad if I were a) going to bed at a normal hour (before midnight) or b) setting my alarm for something later than 6:30. But I am going to bed late *and* getting up early.
I really hope it doesn’t happen tomorrow. Like, really.
I wish to God I knew why my arms are so sore. I also wish I knew why the hell I woke up a not insignificant amount of time before my alarm this morning.
All I want to do now is go to bed. This may or may not have anything to do with the above.
I didn’t really do much today besides watching The Day of the Doctor. (Staying in bed until noon because I felt like shit doesn’t really count as doing anything.) But I don’t know that I have anything coherent to say about the Doctor Who 50th anniversary special yet. Other than I loved it (obviously). I didn’t love the little five-minute countdown special on BBC America, though. It’d be one thing if it was before the first airing, but I taped the third airing. Is there anything worse that people condescendingly talking about a thing they’ve seen but you haven’t? I only made it about a minute before I got so fed up with the “I don’t want to give any spoilers, but gah” air of the people on the countdown thing that I fast forwarded through the rest. Congrats, BBC America, you managed to make Grant Imahara annoying.
Huh, I had more to say about that countdown thing than I thought.