Snooze.
Screw it. The workout room will be there at 4.
Reset alarm.
Snooze.
Having a lot of trouble sleeping starting about last Thursday. Ridiculous, since I took my running shoes out for three miles that day. And was offered a job interview. And was asked out on a date. And frustrated and behind on my GRE studying. And thinking about having to fly to Missouri. And somehow getting to Corpus Christi next weekend. And drinking wayyyy too much coffee. Yeah, THAT calms my nerves. Guess it’s time to switch back to hot tea.
Frustratingly turn over in bed.
Same problem last night. Why can’t I sleep? I stayed out till like 2 Friday AND Saturday night, woke up at like 7:30 a.m. both days, studied the hell, etc. Less than this exhausts me on a weekly basis.
Yesterday was exceptionally theorized to be exhausting. I woke up at 7:30 after venturing in the heterosex foreign land of 4th street, did some last minute packing and running around my apartment, iPod blasting away on the XBOX. Must not forget iPod, must not forget iPod: Then I can’t run each day then I will REALLY die during the four mile beach run next weekend. Got done early and wasted thirty minutes on Geometry Wars, being reactive as facebook sent dings my way. Drove down to Hoover’s Family Cooking to eat breakfast with my stepmom and stepbrother, who have lovingly based their day around my schedule of GRE from noon to 3 and getting to the airport by 4. My father is noticably absent and he might have Bells Paulsey again. Sure, he’s in a lot of pain, but now we get to make fun of him by making pirate faces. Between breakfast and class took us to Toy Joy. Okay, let me preface this by saying “HOW HAVE I NOT BEEN HERE”. I convince my stepbrother to try bubble tea, reluctantly, he finally tries to be open minded about this strange drink. I watch as he slurps up four pearls in this unusually giant straw. He then chokes and proceeds to curse this drink for the next half hour. I smack him in case there’s kids within earshot. Funniest thing to ever happen before 11:30 a.m. on a Sunday, ever.
Snooze.
Crawl out of fetal position in middle of King Sized Bed (Really? Fetal position?) and take a shower. Bathroom is lined in white tea products. I wonder if this is a local thing. Why can’t I get cool Bath and Body Spa Works products like Daisy gets when she travels?
Play music off Mac. Run around and get dressed because I absolutely DO NOT want to wear what I laid out for myself last night.
Where is the Chi.
Run around, blow dry hair.
Shit… Where is my Chi??!
I did not leave my Chi in Texas.
Tear open suitcase.
Contemplate dramatically texting Daisy about whether or not my Chi is in my bathroom.
Assure myself I’m a lot smarter than to have flown several states away without my Chi. Even though I somehow lost half my makeup between Friday night and Saturday morning… WHERE IS THE CHI?!!?
Give up Chi search and curse myself for looking like an 80s frump business woman since I already have to wear blue eyeliner until I can go to the gift store and buy some black. And a razor. And facewash.
I am SO not as good at this travel thing as I was last summer.
Find Chi under makeup bag. Jump for joy!! Wait, criticize myself – Didn’t I look here already?
Pack up my GIANT company laptop bag with huge loaner DELL laptop. Ugghhhh. Missing my Mac already. Combine purse articles into nifty side pocket and wonder what to expect. Make my way towards elevator and look about three people in the eye (Blonde A in grey jacket with floral shirt, Guy B in Red Shirt, Older Clueless Woman C who does the faux “Oh maybe we should… Oh, too late, it closed” elevator move) who don’t even bother to hold the elevator open for me. UM, THANKS GUYS. They wouldn’t have pulled this in Texas.
Get to registration. Half of these people were on the elevator that dissed me. Hmmm. I bet one asks me for a pen. Low and behold, karma for the day: Guy B in Red Shirt asks me for something to write on in second registration line. I tell him I’d give him something but he didn’t hold the elevator for me.
Look down at what’s in my hands now… Free three piece BBQ set, new beer backpack (or so I’ll make it) for tubing season, and three complimentary wine/drink passes for tonight. All looking over this waterfall that spans two or three floors.
This might not be such a bad week.
this post made me laugh.