Month: September 2015

I Was A Responsible Adult

I went to work today.

That doesn’t sound particularly impressive, but that’s because you don’t know everything that I know.

  1. I woke up more than an hour before my alarm went off because my stomach was Not Happy. (So unhappy, in fact, that I decided to forego coffee full stop today. No me gusto.)
  2. I spent the hour-plus before my alarm fantasizing about calling out sick and all the fun things I could do with a free day (mostly reading and watching movies).
  3. I have four alarms set for weekdays (7:00, 7:20, 7:35, and 8:00 – when I absolutely have to get up to take a shower). Today I was awake for almost two hours (thanks to the aforementioned stomach problems) and then somehow fell asleep between 7:35 and 8:00, thus making work even less desirable when that 8:00 alarm went off.
  4. I told myself that if I still felt like shit at 8:00 I could call out, but damn if I didn’t feel fine.

So, I went to work. But I really, really didn’t want to. I just really, really can’t afford to not get paid.

I need a new job. Do you hear me, universe? I (really, really) need a new job!

Until tomorrow (if you’re lucky).


So, even though I hate crowds and going to Mass, I really want to go to the upcoming Papal Mass. I mean, how many times in my life will I have the opportunity to attend a Mass said by the Pope? Especially our current awesome Pope.

But, it turns out that you’ll need a ticket to get anywhere close to the service. Boo! Looks like I won’t be going to the Papal Mass after all. (Apparently the tickets will be distributed to local parishes and I don’t actually belong to a parish since I a) don’t attend Mass and b) disagree with the (American) church on pretty much everything.)

I really wish they’d been upfront about the ticket thing months ago; announcing it just a few weeks before the Pope’s visit is shitty. I’m pretty sure that whole weekend is going to be a clusterfuck, but I would’ve endured it for the Papal Mass. I guess I’ll just sleep in that Sunday like usual.

Until tomorrow.

And Failing.


I (think) I just updated the theme of my blog; it’s something I meant to do way back in June when I brought it out of suspended animation. Better late than never, right?

There was something specific I wanted to write about yesterday, but I didn’t bother to do so and I’ll be damned if I can remember what it was anymore. Why even bother bringing it up? I don’t know. Why am I asking myself stupid rhetorical questions?

One quick thing I do want to mention, however, is that I’m still not over Chase Utley getting traded to the Dodgers. (Speaking of, why were they just playing “Zero” by the Smashing Pumpkins at Dodger Stadium? I mean, I fucking love that song, but I don’t really associate it with baseball games in 2015.) I thought I had come to terms with the potential trade and then Amaro went and said that Utley probably wouldn’t be traded, so I stopped trying to prepare myself for it. And then Utley was traded the next fucking day; it made it that much worse. I am glad that Utley went to the Dodgers (he’s reunited with Jimmy Rollins and he’s not on the fucking Giants), but it’s still hard. At least I have even more reason to watch Dodgers home games on MLB.TV (as I clearly am right now).

And since I’m talking about Philly sports, yay crazy Eagles preseason! I probably won’t watch any of tomorrow night’s finale because I don’t really care about the bottom half of the roster. (Dear God, please not Tebow.) (Yes, I appreciate the irony.)

I did not expect to write half this much. See what happens when I force myself to post?

Until tomorrow.