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I went to bed early last night (12:30 - that’s early compared to my standard 3am or later). I went to bed early with hopes of getting UP early this morning. You see, yesterday I was up at 8am and I enjoyed being up and have the entire day ahead of me and time to do the things I needed to get done. It felt a lot better than sleeping until 1 in the afternoon.
But I’m also really sore from my accident over the weekend, so I took a muscle relaxer around dinner time hoping it would solve the tightness in my neck and enable me to turn my head a bit better. When that didn’t do much, I took another one at bedtime and I crashed.
I crashed hard.
Mixing muscle relaxers with Vicodin always makes me tired (and yes, it’s all prescribed and legal…I’m my own walking pharmacy). As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out cold. I vaguely remember Dave getting up for work this morning and kissing me goodbye before I quickly fell asleep again. That was at 8am…the time that I had wanted to get up and get my day STARTED.
I was awoken (is that a word? It just sounds funny to me. Hmm.) around 10:30 to some guy going around to all the apartments selling magazines. He gave some spiel about how each subscription would give him points and when he hits “x” number of points he gets a FREE trip to Italy, OMG! I was still half asleep and squinty eyed and in my pajamas and I’ve got some guy trying to convince me to buy a compilation of children’s books to send to a hospital and WTF?!?! I just wanna be back in bed…
So after convincing him that, “Yes, I have enough magazine subscriptions” and “No, I don’t hate children, I just can’t afford your LOW LOW price of $65 for the ‘Animals at the Zoo’ compilation series”…he walked away with his tail between his legs and I knew I ruined his day in some way.
I went back to bed to be awoken (seriously…that just doesn’t sound right) again by the maintenance guys who were coming to look at our air conditioner that had stopped working yesterday. It was blowing out HOT air. Not what I intend my air conditioner to do. So when he turned it on to look at it…it was workin FINE. And to make it worse? This is the second time it’s done this in the past week. I call it in after hours to the emergency maintenance line, shut my air off for the night, die in a hot and humid apartment (can’t leave windows open because our cats will push the screens out and then whine to be let back in the apartment), only to have maintenance show up the next morning and turn the air back on and PRESTO…it works.
I’m not crazy.
…
Really.
So. The point of this post was really to say how I didn’t get up early like I wanted and because I wasn’t up until 1pm, I feel like I’ve wasted the day. And I was lazy. Ok…I left the house to cash my check (but the irony is that it’s an UNemployment check…you DO see the irony in that right?). Other than that, I made a few bucks online by doing some product reviews and then we ate leftovers for dinner and played Guitar Hero on the 360 (a new track pack was made available today for download…nothing like some awesome guitar songs by Buckethead, Joe Satriani, and Steve Vai).
Looking forward to lunch with Andrea (the BFF) and movie night with hubby and the boys (Nick and Will…my other unemployed buddies who got fired the same day with me) tomorrow. Dave’s on call all weekend, but that just means more money, really.
