I woke up this morning after what appeared to be nearly 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep (wow, that NEVER happens), dreaming that we lived in a good-sized apartment (or maybe condo) which had been broken into and ransacked, and the main thing I remember as I was just waking up was "Why does this always happen to me?" I got up and my neck and shoulder immediately seized up due to the position I'd apparently been sleeping in. Still a little sore and very tight.
Of course, it then made me think that if someone breaks in again, they will take the keys to the truck, which is now always parked at home, and load it up, and take everything. So now I'm all worried about the "next time" we get robbed, and want us to go back to LOCKING THE DEADBOLTS on both security doors when we leave (which we tend to neglect on the front door on the way out).
I haven't been posting much, I noticed, although it's not from lack of intent, I think it's just lack of time and perhaps energy. On advice from friends here and on Twitter, I started taking an iron supplement and it seems to have helped some, at least early in the week -- by Thursday I was exhausted again, dozing off in the afternoon in front of the television. Even now after said night's sleep I'm feeling rather draggy.
I should have said "NO" to going out for dinner last night. I am now completely and totally broke. Shouldn't have bought all that crap last weekend that I didn't need (for full shopping adventure, see rahirah's post from last weekend -- I meant to post myself, but never got around to it -- Last Chance's "Christmas in July" sale and then off to Ross to find Barb's sandals ended up in me buying a few things I needed and very many things I did NOT--especially since I can't actually wear the lovely Ugg boots for several months yet, due to the whole "Phoenix in July" thing).
Speaking of Phoenix in July, it's actually not been any worse down here than normal, despite the horrors going on in the rest of the country. 107 - 114 is pretty well par for the course this time of year, and the 35 - 50% humidity is nasty, but also pretty normal (even more normal than it's been the last few years -- at least we're getting some rain).
I had been ruminating over the horrible happening in Colorado, and realizing that it feels "closer to home" to me not because of the location (we've certainly had these things happen in the Southwest before), but because it was a first-showing-midnight-Geek-premiere, and, basically, "these are my people." I know Batman's gone more mainstream in the last several years, but on the whole, the people who go to the opening midnight showings on a weeknight are FANS. They could have been people I knew, family, friends, myself, people I've rubbed elbows with at conventions or other midnight showings of other geek movies.
And then like any geek, I thought to myself, "Since when does the Joker have red hair?"
Waking up like I did has left me feeling oddly out-of-sorts this morning, and I don't want to feel crummy this weekend, since the joyous and wonderful framefolly is here, and we're celebrating sillymagpie's birthday today, so...
I've wanted to show framefolly Doctor Who for some time, and decided the best place to start her was with the great Doctor Nine, where most "new Who" fans started. We watched "Rose" last night.