What with the lack of sleep and all

My honey is down for Christmas. Which means I've been hugging him a lot. I really needed a break lately, since life has been stressing me out, so I took yesterday off. It was really good. Have I mentioned that Warren's a big sweetheart?

The only problem is that he's a night owl and I'm a morning person. So my body clock is all screwed up and I haven't been able to sleep, even though I'm so tired. Damn you, farmer genes. Foiled once again.

yo yo god yo

I went to church this morning with the family. Mumsy, as usual, roped me and Megan into singing christmas songs. We also had to prompt my niece and nephew, who had minor speaking parts. Have I mentioned here that they're very shy little munchkins? Jaden said the first and most necessary part of his speech (by which I mean 8 words) with minimal hissing from me. Courtney, however, was a different matter. We graduated from whispering to speaking rather quietly. She finally managed to get her line out, but with no sound. Close counts.

Dictatorship

I started watching Schindler's List this week. It's a very odd movie. I didn't realize how much there was to it and was kind of doing other things while the movie was going, I seem to have missed quite a bit so far. I'll have to start over some time when I have more attention span.

Speaking of people who abuse their position of power to pick on a specific subset of others, my thanks to Gil, who gave me hugs when I was crying my face off yesterday.

Gone

Yeah, that industrious feeling I had yesterday? It has retreated back down the hole from whence it came. I've been a bum today. Considering how much I got done yesterday, I'm hoping it makes up for today.

I'm proud of me, even if the rest of you aren't.

I feel productive

Lately I've felt like such a bum. Lack o' ambition is getting to me.

I got up early today though, and since then have gotten a lot accomplished. I put a roast and veggies and sauce into the slow cooker. I shoveled the snow off of our balcony. I had a shower. I did some packing and organizing. Then I took a small, lazy stab at cleaning the shower walls and curtain. And, hmm, that seems to be all.

Okay, I guess it's not very impressive. But at least I got off my ass. I'm proud of me, even if the rest of you aren't.

Actually, I kind of wish I had his job

My little brother got a job dissecting dead animal heads for the U of S. He chops up cows and sheep, etc. I'm assuming some of it is in search of mad cow/sheep/alien disease. However, I thought my mom had mentioned that he chops up dogs too. Be afraid, be very afraid...

Cooooool

This is cool. Type something.

(From Jason Kottke)

Born to be w... oh wait, this is me

I had my voice lesson on Friday instead of Saturday this week, as my voice teacher was too busy. I kind of wanted to have one though, as I sang in a recital on Saturday afternoon. I think I have too much voice for the venue now. It's a fairly small room with great acoustics, so I had the feeling that I was blasting everyone. Those pooooor people.

Then Heather asked me to a christmas party with some of the girls she used to work with in the evening. The chick who hosted it, Laura, was an ex-roommate of an ex-boyfriend of mine. Her friends all knew my ex, and I'd kind of broken up with him a couple times, so I wasn't sure how my reception would be. It ended up being good though, and the girls are hilarious, so we had a good time.

Then we went to the bar. I haven't been to a bar in about a year, maybe more. I'm getting old. Not that I ever went to the bar much in the day anyways. I forgot how creepy it is to be hit on by guys at the bar. I'm pretty obvious about not wanting to be hit on though, so I don't have too many problems. Especially since we were at JD's - Just Dirty's to you non-Regina folks. Anyone who goes there, in the words of Heather, are skeezy. But I talked to a couple guys from the short job deviation at CGI, and one of them told me to email him, so it may have been a good thing. We'll see.

Sunday I woke up early, since I'd only gotten to bed at 2 the night before. Damn you, farmer genes. So I went back to bed at 10:30 and slept till noon-ish, then went to pick up my wallet and stuff from Laura's. I didn't feel as bad since they were all still in bed too. I'm definitely getting old, my head felt like it was full of fuzz all day. Not too bright fuzz. I shouldn't be allowed to try to interact with people when my head is full of fuzz.

I must have had fuzz in my head last week, because I already gave notice at my apartment but the new place won't be ready before Christmas now. I was starting to panic, but I can stay with my honey's mom or my older sister, so I'm not as worried. I just have to worry about where to put all of the crap I've accumulated. I'm happily gifting some of the furniture to Heather, so I won't have to cart it all around.

In the afternoon I went for tea with Megan, co-owner of the house I'll be moving into sometime next year. We had a really good talk, wandered through the house which now has a lot more done than the last time I saw it (the basement layout was sort of there, so I could see walls and stuff!), so I feel a lot better about moving. When I saw it last, I started to panic about the lack of estimated space. However, this trip was a lot better. I'm getting excited again.

I also baked a cake last night, using my snazzy new tree-shaped cake pan. And then forgot to bring it to work today. I'm good.