So already I've thought of at least one resolution I should have made and that is GET OUT OF BED ON TIME, DUMBASS. I don't know what my deal is. I used to set my alarm and get out of bed at that time every day, knowing that I'd have exactly enough time to get everything done I needed to, namely: brush teeth, shower, pack lunch, grab breakfast/coffee/etc, TELL MAX HE IS SUCH A GOOD BOY and also WHAT A CUTE PUPPY FACE HE HAS. But lately, not only am I not getting out of bed on time, but I'm waking up in the middle of the night and CHANGING MY ALARM. What is that? And then! I just wander around the house for a while, in between pieces of the whole GETTING READY project, and sometimes I get back in bed so I can cuddle Max or Phoebe because THAT IS IMPORTANT FOR LIFE.
My body already didn't want to get out of bed because it was dark
and cold, but it was even worse this morning because I've been eating
every kind of junk food imaginable lately, just because it's there and
it's easier than trying to think of something healthier to cook WHICH IS
A TOTAL LIE because you know what would be healthier? ANYTHING. And
ANYTHING includes scrambled eggs or a PBJ sandwich, both of which take
less effort than picking up the phone to order pizza. Though. That's not
entirely true, because Joe always calls to order the pizza. Hmm.
Going back to work today was HELLA NOT FUN and I'm sorry for just
saying "hella." I don't think I've ever said or typed that before so I'm
not sure why that's the way I'm starting 2013 on my blog. WTF. Anyway.
You know what was not fun about today? I had to get up at a certain time
(even if it didn't end up being exactly ON TIME), the temperature when I
left home was 14 degrees, and this is how I spent my days while on
break: eating, drinking, sitting in pajamas, watching Doctor Who, going
to the movies. I don't get to do any of that at work! Except eat. And I
can drink, but only stuff like water or soda, no wine or whiskey.
Today's not all bad, though, NO IT IS NOT. My sister turned 27 today
(HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SISTER!) but it took me a long time this morning to
think of how old she was going to be. You see, because in my head, she's
still, like, 21 but that's only because in my head, I'm still 25. When I
realized she was going to be 27, I THEN realized that I am turning 31
in just a few months! I realized a lot of things, I know. It's been a
pretty crazy day. I don't know why turning 31 seems scarier than turning
30 but it does. It's not the age part of it, really, I think it's just
that SERIOUSLY I JUST TURNED 30. I haven't even gotten used to being 30
yet! I still think of myself as a twenty-something, which hasn't been
true for 8 months now. STOP MOVING, TIME, AND LET ME CATCH UP. Jerk.
I don't have a point, really (SHOCKER). Just that it's only the second day of the year and I already feel like I'm behind.