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So I've been doing this whole 'get out of bed' thing lately. What it is, is where instead of sleeping until 4 o clock in the evening I set an alarm and open my eyes at 8:30 in the morning. It's weird. I don't wake up naturally. But I swing my right leg over, the left follows. I go to the bathroom, get dressed, and go play tennis for 3 hours. Now here's the part that throws me for a loop..I have time to get things done. It's like God graces me with 10 extra hours a day. I still think its some Blaine optical illusion but I act shocked everytime I have extra hours before work.
With this whole 'getting out of bed' event comes what day people call 'socialization'. Yes, that's right. I've met a lot of day time people recently. They aren't as fun as the night hawks but I'm getting used to their personalities. I've played tennis with them, and baseball and football, and we've had smoothies, and we've gone to the beach, and I've baked like non stop and cooked. I go to the post office when it is still open and doctor's offices don't have to stay open just to accommodate me. Personally, I think it's been easier on local businesses, as well.
Oh, I think I could get used to this.
I went home. I saw my family. Saw my grandmother. I slept in my own bed. I ate at my favorite joint. Oddly, I had a connection with my waiter who obviously felt it more than me. He tracked my name from my credit card and called me two days later. I had to giggle. My life is a sitcom set to air on NBC next month.
My mom. She came to visit with her boy toy the day after. They came just to eat. A bit far I admit but it makes me feel good that they would travel that far just to have me make dinner for them because they miss it. Times like that I don't mind cooking. I know my mom is going through a rough time. The thought of loosing your mother after 56 years of always having her there to love and support you must be rough. I've been devastated at losing friends that I've only known for 2 years. I'm being Jen and denying the fact I'm losing my dearest grandmother. I've avoided going home to visit her as much as I can so I don't get hurt. The times I do visit her, she speaks of angels and the end of time. I know through her alzheimers there is some truth in what she says. She has always been blessed with the Holy Spirit and has always been looked after by her God. When I used to live with her, I would peek through the door she left cracked open. She would be on her knees praying the rosary and her white pearly beads would turn to gold. There is something special about that woman.
My fridge is so full. A lot of people have been visiting and I've been cooking a lot. I was thinking of having a 'eat my fridge' party. Yea, that's kind of weird.
I have a bed. It's just...not me. I don't do beds anymore. I do mattresses on the floor. That's Jen. Now I have a bed. What do I do with it? I can't sleep in it. I have to sell it.
I'm gonna go cash in some extra hours in this day for some Carrabba's overtime money.