Where I digress & digress & .....

Right now I should be working. On what? Hell, I don't know, but I'm pretty sure I should be working while at work. But, instead, I am trying to catch up on people's posts (except Alan's because I don't think I will EVER catch up, since he posts like 12 times a day). I'm also doing that thing where you read a post, and someone's comment catches your eye, so you click over to their blog, and then you start reading their posts, and then another comment catches your eye, and then.....it's been like 45 minutes and you don't even know how you got where you are!
Maybe this is why I don't ever catch up on my Google Reader!

But I digress.

I've got 21 days before the summer semester starts. 21 days before my internship starts, before I'm stuck with the alleged 'professor from hell', the one that molds the easiest class into the most dreaded, difficult, beatdown of a class. And to make matters worse, I have her class on Wednesday nights, and during the summer, the classes are 3 hours & 20 minutes long, and she never lets her class out early. So what does this mean? I will be hungry, I will be crabby, & I will be Tweeting as much as possible in class just to survive it every week.

Alas, (by the way, who the hell says 'alas' anymore? Seriously, unless you are writing a novel set in another century, right?) I decided to go to grad school, so I can't really bitch about the negatives, can I? (OOOooooo, yes I can, and I will!!!)

I digressed again.

In the next 21 days, I'm going out for drinks with a couple of friends so we can celebrate being done with our Spring semester. Then, I'm embarking on another liquid cleanse. Then, I'm going to a book signing, and omg, I am really excited about this one! In fact, sooo excited, I'm just going to post about it separately (you are just dying to know, aren't you? Pffft). Also...

I seriously need to catch up on my DVR. I still haven't watched the entire inaugaration, for cripe's sake! And the entire season of Grey's Anatomy sits there, between the entire season of Private Practice & 56 episodes of Reno 911, all calling my name. I shit you not: I haven't watched this season's Grey's Anatomy, because I never finished last season! So, in the next 21 days, I swear I am going to rent Season 3 and catch up! If not, my husband will surely delete all my shows. He gets all annoyed that I have used 45 of the 784,539 available recordable hours on the DVR. It just gets under his skin, and it makes me giggle.

Oh, and speaking of shows! Can I please complain about Prison Break?? Now, I will never complain about the glorious eye candy on that show, but I am just so damn sick and tired of the confusion. Oh for fuck's sake, can we just get on with it!? Can you just find this SCYLLA thing and why don't you blow up that bitch of a 'mother', along with the scary bald-headed guy, & THAT CREEP T-bag (which makes me think of 'tit-bag') and omg, quit with the serious staring, will ya??? I realize this show is ending soon. I realize I will miss the sexy eye candy, and the d.r.a.m.a., but right this instant, I just yell at the TV every time I watch an episode.

I digressed, but now you know what I will be doing Friday night, after I go out for drinks. Thank goodness for my DVR.

Other shit on TV annoying me right now: Celebrity Apprentice. I don't watch it, but I can't even stand the commercials for it. Joan Rivers? Her fake face? Trump with his hideous facial expressions? Thank goodness that's over.

And can I talk about the shows I am loving right now? Dirty Jobs never gets old. Nor does The Deadliest Catch. Oh, and Medium.

All that digression has got me sleepy. And snacky.

Happy Tuesday!

Hi, my name is Danielle-remember me?

Geez, I have been so tired this week! I haven't wanted to blog, read, watch TV, or shower. Yes, I know that last one is a bit gross, and my brother reminds me every time I talk to him that it is so very unsanitary to bathe only twice a week. But really, who has the time? Oh, between the dishes, the laundry, cooking dinner, not washing the pan that I fried shrimp in for 2 weeks, the laundry getting wrinkly in the dryer.....who has the time to shower?? My bro swears he can smell me all the way from San Marcos. Ha, whatever, it's probably your own bathroom-I've seen your roommates, bro!
This is how sad I am: I took the sheets off the bed, but didn't put any back on. A week ago. Yeah, bed bugs, pillow mites, dust bunnies...I got 'em all.
(Oh gross, I just got the goosebumps typing that. Ugh, ugh, ugh!)

My Tivo is working overtime, recording 74 episodes of Snapped, holding onto some snazzy independent films from November, and in the middle of the night, I hear it screaming 'FOR CRIPES SAKE, JUST WATCH ONE EPISODE OF SOMETHING!!!' But I am just too sleepy.

I have no real excuse for this lack of energy. My job is in the negative as far as the stress goes. My hours are good. My daughter drains me with her 2-year-old-ness, but it hasn't been worse this week. My hubby is sweet & funny & 'there' lately.

So why the sleepiness?

In all honesty, it's because I bumped my medication dosage back up Monday night. Thank God. Not a moment too late. But the downfall is this sleepy-please-just-let-me-sleep-5-more-minutes
bs.

I guess I could lie and say that I am saving up my energy for all the 'partying' I am going to do next Thursday and Friday to celebrate my frickin' 30th birthday.

Yeah, that's it.