I'm Wearing Purple (Which Is Totally Unrelated...)

Wednesday, I woke up super-early, drove all the way across the island in rush hour traffic and raced through work. Why? So I could go to the doctor's office. Okay, it wasn't for me. Lindsey had an appointment for herself and with Jaiden still sick, she wanted him to have a follow-up and since her doctor and his are in the same office... So I helped out. I took Jaiden so Linney could concentrate on herself but she was still able to talk to the pediatrician after her appointment was over. Afterwards, we went to California Pizza Kitchen and split a pepperoni and then down to DQ for Blizzards. I was reminded that Jaiden is not the main reason I love her; we talked about nothing for forever and I loved it! This is what girlfriends are for.

It's 11:30 on a Friday night and all I can think is that I wish I was already asleep. But I really, really wanted to watch the new episode of Grey's Anatomy before turning in, so guess what I did. I remember, once upon a time, not that long ago (before I got a Hulu account), I never watched TV. Ever. What happened to me? Oh, yeah, Hulu.

AH! The Zombeth is Loose!

I have an interesting new nickname: Zombeth.  I think my tenancy to monologue about anything forever may have something to do with it.  My co-worker has had to listen to me discuss my abhorrence of zombies more than once.  Then the other day, I got some immunizations and one text led to another and I told him that the flu shot killed me and the DTAP made me undead; and now I'm Zombeth.  Which I think is actually pretty clever.

Last Friday, my job kept me in a chair, waiting on something, with nothing to do.  So I watched a lot of Hulu.  And then at Subway, I wrote down all my impressions and the like.  And then it sat in my notebook all weekend. Now it's Tuesday and I am in a chair, waiting on a phone call, with nothing to do.  Oh, joy.  So I finally pulled out my notebook to get my thoughts online...

Suprise!

I randomly ended up having a surprise day off.  Yesterday, a coworker asked if I could switch my Thursday at Subway for another day, and after much feet-dragging, I did it.  Why not?  She's not one of the super unreliable girls and I know she's one of the few lunch people who would work a night for me if I had an emergency.  And then, my babysitting got canceled because the girl has a tummy ache. It's like, wow!  I don't know what to do with myself.

A Lot To Say (But Not About TV)

So, it's a Sunday and I am downstairs, reading comics and half-watching the football game.  Glad I'm not completely watching the game, as it seems to be a bit of a hard game to watch, if my parents are any indication.

For my birthday on Thursday, my brothers got me 3 months of Marvel Unlimited.  That's one of those things that I haven't gotten for myself because I was afraid I'd end up spending too much time reading (which I have).  But what's really scaring me is noticing all sorts of little things that the movies and getting all happy that I'm now in the know.  That, and the increased compulsion to do google searches for the latest news on Marvel movies...

As for TV, I still haven't gotten around to Sleepy Hollow or Once Upon a Time.  I'm considering just dropping Sleepy Hollow entirely and I have a feeling I'll end up letting the later pile up and then doing a marathon.  But even what I did watch, I don't have much to say about.  I've been very ... quiet lately and it seems to be affecting my writing as well as my speaking (I had to text one of my sisters last night to make sure she knew I wasn't quiet because I was mad at her).

Still Tired

Oh my goodness!  I can't believe how long it's taking me to recover from working those nights.  This morning, I woke up at 2:20 and couldn't fall back asleep.  I can't afford to do that tonight; I work two jobs tomorrow.  So, it's a "stay up as late as possible" game again.  Good thing I haven't watched any TV except New Girl this past week, so I have plenty to watch tonight.

A short story before I get into this week's TV.  The other night, I came home from work hungry and thirsty but didn't have any cold drinks.  I've learned that the plastic pink cups we keep on the top shelf are large enough to hold ice and an entire 12oz can of whatever I have, so I was up up up on tiptoes trying to knock one far enough forward to grab it when a heavy-duty plastic cut came careening off the shelf and landed right on my eye.  After the pain had cleared enough for my to think, my first thought was "Did I just give myself a black eye?"  The answer, thankfully, is no.  But I did give myself a rather large goose egg right above my eye, starting where my eyebrow starts and going halfway up my forehead.   If that wasn't bad enough, today, I swung open the car door and stepped out, right into the door that had started to swing right back.  I bruised right above the same eye, on the far side.  So now I have two different and distinct bruises over my right eye.

Stayin' Alive!

So, it seems to have been easier than I expected to switch from a morning schedule to a late-night schedule.  The only side-effect seems to be an obsession with my sleep schedule and an overwhelming urge to read simplistic, formulaic romance novels.  But since I'm actually being paid well for once (very well, in fact), I'm not going to be complaining at all.  And I don't really mind the hours too much.  Instead of the 5 I was supposed to be getting, I'm getting closer to 7 a night so far. 

A follow up on this huge fight my friends are having.  One of them has sent someone into Switzerland to try and quietly push the country to side; now I'm more pissed with her than the other (which could be seen as siding the other way).   The one sister felt the need to tell me that she had been considering coming over for the big dinner, and then found out the other sister blocked her of Facebook.  That was not something I needed to know and makes me feel like she's almost hinting that I should do something about it (like chose a side and say something to the other sister). AARGH! Alright, now that that's out, I feel so much better.

I also am all caught up on my TV!  Didn't expect that to happen...

Hell Hath No Fury... But Avenger's Does!

I have to get this out here since I really can't get it out anywhere else. So, my two best friends, who happen to be sisters, are having such a huge fight, they refuse to be in the same room together, even for my birthday party. It's like seriously? You guys can't deal with it for 2 hours? It's not like I was planning on having a lot of people over; basically it was a family-only party and they are my Hawaii family. It's like being stuck in the middle of a family feud. About the only thing I will say about this is that neither one is trying to drag me into it; they're respecting me like Switzerland.

On another note, starting tomorrow, I'll be working 4 of the next 5 nights and since I just got my body on a schedule that involves a 6am wake-up, this'll be interesting (read: hard).  So, after tonight's attempt to stay up as late as possible (in an effort to exhaust myself into taking a nap tomorrow afternoon), I doubt I'll be watching much TV until the middle of next week.