Thursday Is Just A Means To Get To Friday

Today I’m just going to whine about stuff.  Ready?  GO.

The other day at work, I tried to go to my favorite furniture blog, and a screen popped up that said the website was blocked because it was prawn.  And now IT thinks I tried to look at prawn while at work!  a) I’m not THAT dumb, and b) it’s a furniture blog!  What is this world coming to?

I have not slept AT ALL this week.  Each night, I’ve woken up sometime between 3 a.m. and 5 a.m. wide awake, and once I realized that it was going to stay that way, I read my iPhone and petted my dog until the alarm finally went off.  Sleep FAIL.  I remedied this with a dose of Nyquil at 9:30 last night, and now I feel all foggy, kinda like…

The weather.  It’s been foggy and misty-rainy here for what feels like weeks.  Just effing RAIN already!  Get it over with!  In reality, it’s probably been a day or two here or there.  But it’s so depressingly dank outside, all I want to do is curl up into a ball and sleep it off, except see #1.  That’s not happening.

Picnik is closing.  How am I supposed to edit pictures and make them hilarious now?  Will someone please buy Picnik, keep it free, and allow me to still use it?  I’m going to have to go Perez Hilton style and draw on all of my photos in MS Paint.  Nobody likes Paint.

My body is falling apart.  Recently I started doing a new yoga video in the privacy of my basement, as it should be, and last week I pulled a muscle in my back.  My back!  I’m only 28.  Why is this already happening to meeee?!?  I think on Tuesday I also strained my groin muscle but I’m trying to ignore it.

And in conclusion, this goes out to all of my friends: no more moving away and/or dying.  We’ve had enough.  Please be safe.  And if you’re in Georgia, then please stay here, and if you’re not, then come back immediately.  Thanks!

You look, like, SUPER familiar…

So I made the farmhouse light fixture last night.  It’s not that great.  I intended to hang it in our dining room, but it’s definitely not worthy, so it’ll go into what we call the “crap room”, which is full of boxes and random junk from when we moved into our house over a year ago.  We never go in the crap room, which means the fancy Edison bulb that I bought that is supposed to last for 1.4 years if used 3 hours per day will probably last us…until the year 2049.  At least.

I had to trim some of the wires on the bottom of the hanging planter that I bought so that  it would nest into the light fixture, and the method I used was efficient but really, really rednecky.  It involved nail polish, tree branch clippers, and a broomstick, for stability.  But it got the job done.

I made a quick stop at Home Depot last night with Buster in tow, although he stayed in the car while I shopped, but it’s okay because it was neither warm nor cold outside, and he doesn’t freak out, he just watches and waits for my return, and it only took 3 minutes to get in/out so please don’t judge me.

The girl at the returns station and I had this conversation:

Girl: You look, like, SUPER familiar.
Me: Oh, funny…uh, did you go to (Blank) High School?
Girl: Nope.
Me: Huh. (awkward pause) Well, I, er…
Girl: I’ve only been coming to this area for about a year.
Me: Oh okay, well I moved back here a year ago, so…
Girl: Yeah, I’ve probably seen you around, like at Starbucks or something.
Me: Yeah…probably.
(That was a lie. I don’t go to Starbucks.  Not on principle, it’s just, I have a perfectly good coffee maker at home, which is free, so what’s the point?)

I guess I just have one of those faces…?

Moral of the story: If you tell someone that they look familiar, have a followup question, because you probably don’t look familiar to them and they’ll be at a loss for how to respond to you.  Or, you could just pretend that they don’t look familiar and say nothing, which is what I would do.

Tonight we are hopefully taking a trip to the other side of the city to pick up some ridiculously amazing dressers for our master bedroom that I found on Craigslist.  I do have some competition, but hopefully the other buyer will not be impressed, and we’ll get to bring them home instead.  Fingers crossed!