Someone Stop This Crazy Thing!

Seriously, I need a vacation. Or a day off. With any luck, it'll be Sunday. I can hold on until then.

I fell asleep at work again today. This time, it was around 1.15, and I sat in a chair in the office and didn't even put my head down on the desk. I sat slumped a little and let my head lean forward. I'm getting to be good at this, sleeping upright in a chair. Sheesh.

I think my dland is back, in a manner of speaking, but I'm not posting any real entries there until this is all worked out, if then. I will post a little update thing so that my link turns red on the buddies page, but it may take a day to show up, like my last entry did. But I think it's all there.

And yes, I have two buddies lists on this page. I'm working things out.

Okay, so, enjoyed the play again last night, going tonight. My nephew from California is in, and as always, some kind of turmoil always seems to surround him, although he's always the calm at the center. His new thing is that he got his mother an iPod for Mother's Day/her birthday -- notice I didn't say bought, I'm sure he hooked up a free iPod from somewhere -- and he wants to put my music on it. Since one of the things he's famous for is using other people's stuff and breaking it, at the very least, not leaving it in the condition he found it, this was unsettling, and I told him it wouldn't work, either. If he syncs the new iPod to my computer to get the music, then when he tries to sync it to his mother's computer so she can manage it, it'll ask for my password and want to authorize that computer on my iTunes account. Which is a very bad plan. But no, he only wants to put music on hers and leave it like that and not even put iTunes on her computer. Or something. Whatever. He says "It'll take 20 minutes!" but I think it'll take hours just to decide what music of mine to copy over, since he got her a 4 gig iPod and I have 12 gigs of stuff. See? It's always something with him. But you gotta love him. Or we do, I guess, because he's ours. But it's always something.

K got a new tattoo today, which is very nice, but I don't have a good picture because my camera flashed funny, so I'll have to get her to send me the one I took for her with her camera, which came out great. You remember my whole camera drama with her last month. That worked out, anyway.

The newest hearing aid wrinkle -- I may have mentioned something somewhere yesterday -- is that the big fix did not work and the audiologist asked me to keep a log and he'll get back on it Monday. So I was keeping a log last night and all morning. At some point today, I'm thinking just before or after my little nap at school, the volume got turned up on the hearing aids, to a slightly uncomfortable degree, actually, but the thing is: I think they're working. I think they haven't muted themselves since I turned the volume up. Now, tonight at the play, I'm going to be hearing the actors' heartbeats, but if I don't go all muted, I'll also hear every word of dialogue. So, an interesting development. We shall see what the weekend brings.

Meantime, I feel like I'm pedaling as fast as I can. Still in hyperactive mode (except for when I fall asleep at work, I guess.) Once the play is over tomorrow night, I think I can finally stop, but until then ... pedal, pedal, pedal. So my nephew is coming over tomorrow morning, my in-laws will be stopping by before the play so we can go over there together, which means that I have to clean in the afternoon, or at least, get the giant economy packs of toilet paper and paper towels out of the living room. And find the Boo poo wherever it is. Did I mention that I actually found some in the litter box the other day? But he was just teasing me, because he hasn't done that since.

I feel like I have a year's worth of laundry to do. I have no dishtowels in the kitchen. K washed a load of towels yesterday, but there's a load in the dryer and a load in the laundry basket that may be clean, or maybe not. She's upstairs getting dressed for tonight. It's a challenge, folks, since she's got a freshly inked tattoo on her back. Has to be covered, so the people sitting behind us don't get grossed out, but it's damn hot in that auditorium. Plus she's going to get a million hugs from her cousins and all sorts of people. Maybe she could have waited until next week. But hey, I probably wouldn't have, so who am I to say?

I did break down yesterday and turn the air conditioning on. It was 81 degrees when I got home from the play the night before at 10.30. That means it was over 90 up in K's room. It's comfortable in the house now, anyway. Jeez, I hope it doesn't snow over the weekend.

Okay, okay. The sound of the computer fan is starting to get to me; it's really loud, as is everything else. It rained before, and let me tell you, a scary sound, amplified.

watching Ellen :: entry #1461