I Wanna Be Sedated
This is a weekend of me being at my most manic. I've had some down spells this week, but by Friday night I was in a very up energy place. I conspired to fill as much time as I could this weekend distracting myself from worries and woes. Hanging out with the usual suspects did the trick. Friday I was able to break from work early enough to catch a late dinner with bassfingers. Then we camped out at the Montrose Social Centre with some of the rest of the gang. I ate entirely too much that night, and stayed up way too late, but it was worth it.
Saturday the family puttered around a a bit. I tied to sleep in, but I failed. Rory had a half day of work downtown, during which I was able to watch an unexpected lawn team come and do our front and back lawn. Apparently our landlady was tired of us shirking our lawn duty, and wanted to spruce up the place for our imminent departure. I took the family to the requisite Shrek III screening, which was sort of a half day of work for me, too. Then we enjoyed our newly flattened back yard with a couple hours of frisbee tossing. Good clean fun. Rory and I got through our backlog of Dr. Who, and I caught up on my 'The Office' May sweeps episodes.
That caused me to stay up way too late on Saturday night. Rory woke me too early on Sunday morning too. I got less sleep this weekend than on an average weeknight. After bagels I was pretty wired from self medicating with caffeine. I've been avoiding too much caffeine lately, so my body responded dramatically to being back on the sauce. After (not) Bagels (the traditional Jason's Deli afternoon Sunday lunch) I tricked northwall and her friend into letting tag along while they did a Boba run and some grocery shopping. I wasn't quite in 'Crayon Baby' territory with my wired self, but I think I was a bit manic. Hopefully I was manic in a fun way. It seemed like fun was had by all.
The evening wound down with a nice walk around the old neighborhood. Unfortunately I'm still getting more and more up energy as the night progresses. Hopefully I won't stay up all night and drop into doldrums by Monday morning. I gotta find a way to get some quality sleep tonight.
I really want to hear good news this week about the prospective house, but a part of me feels like whatever happens will be OK now. If we have to look around for a new place we can make it work. Rory will have time off for two months, and we might find a place that has more room, even if it's not as hip. We might have to move temporarily to ? once our current lease is up, but we're gonna need to pack everything either way, so I don't feel like I have too much room to complain. I suggested to memeslayer that we could move into his apartment if things don't work out. He's the only one I know who has two showers in his apartment. He didn't sound too enthused about the notion. I even promised to usually wear pants, and this didn't seem to warm him up to the prospect of suddenly having no privacy. (I think it would have a kind of cosmic symmetry.)
Anyway, thank goodness Rory and Finn will be free during the days after this week: they can start the process of packing up the house. Hopefully my work will calm down too, and I can pitch in during 'long lunches'. In the mean-time I've still got some windmills to tilt at. Impossible quests require plenty of rest. Too bad I'm all wound up.
twenty- twenty- twenty-four hours to go...
Saturday the family puttered around a a bit. I tied to sleep in, but I failed. Rory had a half day of work downtown, during which I was able to watch an unexpected lawn team come and do our front and back lawn. Apparently our landlady was tired of us shirking our lawn duty, and wanted to spruce up the place for our imminent departure. I took the family to the requisite Shrek III screening, which was sort of a half day of work for me, too. Then we enjoyed our newly flattened back yard with a couple hours of frisbee tossing. Good clean fun. Rory and I got through our backlog of Dr. Who, and I caught up on my 'The Office' May sweeps episodes.
That caused me to stay up way too late on Saturday night. Rory woke me too early on Sunday morning too. I got less sleep this weekend than on an average weeknight. After bagels I was pretty wired from self medicating with caffeine. I've been avoiding too much caffeine lately, so my body responded dramatically to being back on the sauce. After (not) Bagels (the traditional Jason's Deli afternoon Sunday lunch) I tricked northwall and her friend into letting tag along while they did a Boba run and some grocery shopping. I wasn't quite in 'Crayon Baby' territory with my wired self, but I think I was a bit manic. Hopefully I was manic in a fun way. It seemed like fun was had by all.
The evening wound down with a nice walk around the old neighborhood. Unfortunately I'm still getting more and more up energy as the night progresses. Hopefully I won't stay up all night and drop into doldrums by Monday morning. I gotta find a way to get some quality sleep tonight.
I really want to hear good news this week about the prospective house, but a part of me feels like whatever happens will be OK now. If we have to look around for a new place we can make it work. Rory will have time off for two months, and we might find a place that has more room, even if it's not as hip. We might have to move temporarily to ? once our current lease is up, but we're gonna need to pack everything either way, so I don't feel like I have too much room to complain. I suggested to memeslayer that we could move into his apartment if things don't work out. He's the only one I know who has two showers in his apartment. He didn't sound too enthused about the notion. I even promised to usually wear pants, and this didn't seem to warm him up to the prospect of suddenly having no privacy. (I think it would have a kind of cosmic symmetry.)
Anyway, thank goodness Rory and Finn will be free during the days after this week: they can start the process of packing up the house. Hopefully my work will calm down too, and I can pitch in during 'long lunches'. In the mean-time I've still got some windmills to tilt at. Impossible quests require plenty of rest. Too bad I'm all wound up.
twenty- twenty- twenty-four hours to go...