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So strung out.
Because I didn't get to the gym today, this is now the first week in almost two months I won't have gone six days in a row. Sometimes it's a heavy workout, sometimes it's as little as a mile on the treadmill, but it's always been something. Except for today.
To be fair, there were extenuating circumstances.
Not just Daylight Saving Time, though that had a lot to do with it.
I'd been out late, way too late, because of the Buffy Prom's after-party, where I ate garlic fries and talked about pigeons after having drunk and danced for several hours without having sat down at any point in the evening. Once I got back to my apartment, after the ringing in my ears went down and I had a hot shower, I thought I'd be able to wake up at a reasonable time and get on with the rest of Sunday. After maybe four or five hours' sleep - I'm not really sure how much it was besides "not enough - I managed to get out of bed to turn off my alarm. Then I went back to bed.
Then I got out of bed when I got a phone call an hour later.
Being kind of not really awake yet seemed to work in my favor, because it was a phone call a family friend arranged that I managed to leverage into an in-person job interview. I've no idea if anything will come of it other than a visit to the office itself, but at least I've got that going for me.
After that, I was up and moving, so I figured I'd have some breakfast before a quick gym session.
Except the milk bottle shattered.
It was a glass bottle, the kind where I put down a small deposit on it at the farmer's market, and because the hairline crack wasn't leaking, I thought it'd be fine. But I put the cap on with too much force, and it broke along said crack in a few large pieces, spilling almost a quart of milk onto me and the floor.
After I changed out of my pajamas and finished my tea - no sense in cleaning up a mess like that without caffeine in my system - I used every available towel and most of the paper napkins I'd been hoarding for exactly this sort of emergency to wipe up all that I could. I sprayed and cleaned the hard surfaces, triple-bagged the glass, and went to spend almost an hour and a half staring at the internet until it was time for the Buffy Prom's Sunday Brunch.
When that was over, and I'd gone out to buy some more milk for the week, there really wasn't going to be any delaying laundry until tomorrow. Not with the amount that'd piled up in cleaning up that spill. It being the afternoon and not the morning, it took me a while longer to get it done than usual. And now it's time to finish it up so I can get to the bed.
It's not the Sunday I'd planned, and it's not a Sunday I'd want to have again, but as the last day of being 32 went, it's been pretty well worthwhile.
To be fair, there were extenuating circumstances.
Not just Daylight Saving Time, though that had a lot to do with it.
I'd been out late, way too late, because of the Buffy Prom's after-party, where I ate garlic fries and talked about pigeons after having drunk and danced for several hours without having sat down at any point in the evening. Once I got back to my apartment, after the ringing in my ears went down and I had a hot shower, I thought I'd be able to wake up at a reasonable time and get on with the rest of Sunday. After maybe four or five hours' sleep - I'm not really sure how much it was besides "not enough - I managed to get out of bed to turn off my alarm. Then I went back to bed.
Then I got out of bed when I got a phone call an hour later.
Being kind of not really awake yet seemed to work in my favor, because it was a phone call a family friend arranged that I managed to leverage into an in-person job interview. I've no idea if anything will come of it other than a visit to the office itself, but at least I've got that going for me.
After that, I was up and moving, so I figured I'd have some breakfast before a quick gym session.
Except the milk bottle shattered.
It was a glass bottle, the kind where I put down a small deposit on it at the farmer's market, and because the hairline crack wasn't leaking, I thought it'd be fine. But I put the cap on with too much force, and it broke along said crack in a few large pieces, spilling almost a quart of milk onto me and the floor.
After I changed out of my pajamas and finished my tea - no sense in cleaning up a mess like that without caffeine in my system - I used every available towel and most of the paper napkins I'd been hoarding for exactly this sort of emergency to wipe up all that I could. I sprayed and cleaned the hard surfaces, triple-bagged the glass, and went to spend almost an hour and a half staring at the internet until it was time for the Buffy Prom's Sunday Brunch.
When that was over, and I'd gone out to buy some more milk for the week, there really wasn't going to be any delaying laundry until tomorrow. Not with the amount that'd piled up in cleaning up that spill. It being the afternoon and not the morning, it took me a while longer to get it done than usual. And now it's time to finish it up so I can get to the bed.
It's not the Sunday I'd planned, and it's not a Sunday I'd want to have again, but as the last day of being 32 went, it's been pretty well worthwhile.