Human Frogger, Round Two
Had to run into town again today for some groceries, and I needed to hit Best Buy to get more minutes for my phone. I actually had some change on me, this time, and tossed it into one of the Salvation Army's buckets. It was saddening to hear my coins dropping onto plastic, as if the bucket was empty.
It seriously feels like I'm playing Frogger whenever I get near a road; I'm always perilously close to going splat, and I'm out of lives. I tried to avoid any crossing that didn't have a stop light, because there's no way I could find a break in the traffic to get across. Also, my brother, who hates seeing movies alone, offered to pay for me to see Tron: Legacy in 3D if I'd just go see it with him. Wish I'd known he'd do this sooner, because then I could've saved money by just seeing it with him. How did I not know Catherine Tate is in Gulliver's Travels?! Now I'm going to have to find a way to see it...
I got my Christmas present from my Dad today, too. We're a money-giving family, these days, which suits me just fine. I was able to squirrel some away for emergency grocery funds, as well as order the updated The Writer's Tale and The Brilliant Book of Doctor Who. I'm impressed by Who North America's hyper shipping - I received the shipping notification four minutes after placing the order. So, yay, Merry Christmas, me!
And I keep forgetting that the Doctor Who special is on tomorrow. I don't know if it's because I have a lot of other things on my mind, or if I'm just not as invested in the show as I was before. At least it's not a regeneration episode; if I had to deal with that again, what with everything else going on, I'd probably crawl into bed and not come out until spring.
Also, I had a scary dream about my tattoo, in which the skin around it turned black and started bleeding, and I refused to go to the hospital because I didn't have any money. No, I'm not at all scared of being unemployed...
It seriously feels like I'm playing Frogger whenever I get near a road; I'm always perilously close to going splat, and I'm out of lives. I tried to avoid any crossing that didn't have a stop light, because there's no way I could find a break in the traffic to get across. Also, my brother, who hates seeing movies alone, offered to pay for me to see Tron: Legacy in 3D if I'd just go see it with him. Wish I'd known he'd do this sooner, because then I could've saved money by just seeing it with him. How did I not know Catherine Tate is in Gulliver's Travels?! Now I'm going to have to find a way to see it...
I got my Christmas present from my Dad today, too. We're a money-giving family, these days, which suits me just fine. I was able to squirrel some away for emergency grocery funds, as well as order the updated The Writer's Tale and The Brilliant Book of Doctor Who. I'm impressed by Who North America's hyper shipping - I received the shipping notification four minutes after placing the order. So, yay, Merry Christmas, me!
And I keep forgetting that the Doctor Who special is on tomorrow. I don't know if it's because I have a lot of other things on my mind, or if I'm just not as invested in the show as I was before. At least it's not a regeneration episode; if I had to deal with that again, what with everything else going on, I'd probably crawl into bed and not come out until spring.
Also, I had a scary dream about my tattoo, in which the skin around it turned black and started bleeding, and I refused to go to the hospital because I didn't have any money. No, I'm not at all scared of being unemployed...