I spent the last hour-plus reading and I just realized how tired I am. This will, therefore, be short.
- Read every day. Yep.
- Blog every day. Yep.
- Exercise every day. Nope.
- Brush my teeth twice every day. Kind of. I managed to do this more days than not, which is (sadly) a big accomplishment for me.
The Phillies game is on my TV right now because I didn’t get to watch much of it live. I’ve now seen most of the good stuff (and there was a lot of good stuff), which means I won’t have to force myself to keep watching. Because sleep is needed.
Also, I watched the How I Met Your Mother finale tonight and I am not well pleased. Not well pleased at all.
This weekend has been full of me forgetting to do things I really should’ve done. And then beating myself up about it (duh). Good times.
But now it’s bedtime. Sweet, sweet bedtime.
I have thoughts in my head, but I don’t really feel like sharing them at the moment. I have my reasons. I wouldn’t have even brought it up if I didn’t have to explain why I have nothing to blog about this evening.
I hadn’t noticed. I’d intended to have a decent-sized list today, but that just ain’t gonna happen.
I will, however, offer you footage of Benedict Cumberbatch photobombing U2 set to the theme from Jaws. Because, duh. (Have I ever mentioned that I hate U2? Because I really hate U2.)
And the WordPress app is acting up on me. To use the fake curse words I stole from ZooWithRoy: fargle bargle.
(Dear Apple, I meant “fargle bargle,” not “gargle barge.” That is why I effing typed “fargle bargle.” You are not smarter than me.)
I stopped at Wawa for gas on my way home this evening. It took me an hour to get there. (I normally make it all the way home in an hour. And Wawa is much closer to my office.) You guys know I adore Wawa, but I will not be doing that again.
I’m so used to having Wawas conveniently located everywhere that it confuses me that I have to go out of my way to get to them down here. Why can’t Wawa just be everywhere already?
You know you’re getting burned out on your job when you freak out every time you hear the guy in the cube behind you breathe. (In my defense, the guy breathes unbelievably loudly. Like, I’m pretty sure he has some sort of significant health problem because healthy people don’t breathe that audibly.) And maybe “freak out” is the wrong verb; “cringe” might be better. I mean, I’m not yelling at this guy for breathing or anything like that.
These are the things I think about when I’m at work. Is it any wonder that watching baseball during my lunch is the highlight of my day?