Woke up with a splitting headache behind my eye, had to come downstairs for the Tylenol. My work alarm went off, and I figured I might as well just get up. Is that insane?
You’re supposed to get up the same time everyday, though, is what I’ve heard. I think my doctor recommended it.
I appreciate some alone time, even if the cat did take a stinky dump in the bathroom next to me. Whew! I have to get up and sit on the couch. Is there no escape from bad smells?
The bacon grease still reeks, too. I need some more of that Damp Rid stuff I had to get for the pantry years ago. No, I guess it’s not Damp Rid, it’s something else I can’t remember the name of.
Alright, I think I’ve killed the bad smells theme. It’s time for a new topic. How about investing?
I did not too badly yesterday. I finished at 34 points, which is great compared to any day in the last month. I couldn’t sleep last night because I was hungry, so I came downstairs and had some oatmeal and a couple of unplanned sugar cookies. Those were a mistake, but instead of giving up and inhaling six more cookies, I forgave myself, tracked the two cookies, and stopped there.
I’m thinking maybe if I track all my NSVs, even the small ones, I might be more successful. That’s why I bother to mention them here. Building momentum.
Ugh, it’s my damn hand! I used the scrub brush in the kitchen and now my hand smells like the grease. Is it ever going to go away?
I have about an hour and a half before the kids get up. Do I go back to bed, or continue to enjoy the quiet?
We saw Maverick at the movies yesterday. Generally, I’m not a huge action movie fan, but it was really well done. And of course being an X-er, I’ve seen Top Gun numerous times. And, no, not because of the beach volleyball scene.
My older cousin Tara liked Tom Cruise a lot. You would think I would have, because he is dark-haired, dark-eyed, but not really. I was probably too young.
For a while I was big into—don’t laugh—Christian Slater. Pump Up the Volume is one of my favorite movies of all time. It came out at the exact right phase of my life, when I suffered from social isolation and depression. Also Heathers was pretty awesome, if disturbing.
But he turned out to be kind of douchey, didn’t he. Ah, well.
We don’t go to the movies often. About once a year, if that. I can’t even remember the last movie I saw. It had to have been the most recent Star Wars, which was one of those Legends-of-the-Fall movies: every time you thought it was ending, wait! There’s more!
I would kind of like to see Bob’s Burgers, although I haven’t seen the TV show in years, and The Bad Guys, since Desmond and I read so many of those books. But we probably won’t get back there till next year. We don’t have a sitter. I only trust Mom and my parents with the kids.
It’s 5:00, and light out, now. I guess I’m not going back to bed.