Tonight I spent an enjoyable evening watching Al Gore’s “global warning” film An Inconvenient Truth in the company of six total strangers. My write-up of the movie and subsequent discussion will have to wait until tomorrow, though, because I’m teaching at 10 tomorrow morning and should have gone to bed an hour ago.
Blech. Saturday should be a day off, period.
On school nights I usually look for any excuse not to go to bed—it’s dumb. Tonight, for once, this bad habit has turned out to be marginally useful. No longer able to justify any more time poking around on the interweb, I tried to postpone bedtime a few minutes longer by convincing myself that I needed to pay all my overdue bills RIGHT THIS VERY MINUTE.
When I get bills in the mail, I usually follow a strict policy of not opening them, because I don’t like bills. (This of course leads to a great deal of unnecessary expense in the form of late fees. Waste, waste, waste.)
In the stack of unopened mail on my kitchen counter I found two sealed envelopes from my old cable company. I figured one would be a bill, and the other would be the same bill plus a huge late fee. But when I opened them up, they turned out to both be checks! For me! From the cable company! If this continues, I might be tempted to check my mail more than twice a month.
Any bets on whether I’ll get them to the bank before the 90-day expiration period runs out? (The first check is dated April 6, by the way.)
I was persuaded to pick up a new LSAT class. It starts Wednesday. I just realized that with summer school, the class I’m teaching now, and the one about to start, I will have no free time at all for the next three days. In fact, I will have negative free time, because I’ll be out of the house all day both days, and even if I slept straight through from the moment I got home to the moment I had to leave, I *still* wouldn’t get enough sleep.
My brilliant solution is apparently to start off on the wrong foot by not getting enough sleep tonight—it’s 2:00 and I’m obviously not in bed. I AM SO SMART, PEOPLE.
More evidence for my intelligence: I broke my phone today. It was in my back pocket as I was filming a video at my elementary school, and I tried to swing from a soccer goalpost but fell flat on my clumsy ass, smashing the phone between said ass and the hard, hard ground.
It can still make and receive calls (the phone, not my butt), but the screen is completely busted. Now I can only call people if I’ve memorized either their phone numbers or the key combinations that look them up. I’ll try to set my alarms for tomorrow, but I’ll have to do that by memory, too. Menu, 7, 5, down, down, . . .
If the fall was hard enough to break my phone, you can only imagine what it did to my ass (I mean that literally—I’m not posting photos). I now have a huge, nasty butt-bruise to match the one on my leg. It hurts to sit. Seriously, my ass is swollen and hot to the touch—how sexy is that?*
Oh, and my car refused to start twice today**. Fun automotive fact: brake lights alone, if they randomly decide to stay lit even when the car is off and unoccupied, can drain a battery in about two hours. Oy.
So how was your day?
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* NOT AT ALL.
** Much love to AAA. Their phone-center CSRs are polite and efficient, and the contractors who showed up to jump my car were on time and even called from the road to let me know when to expect them. Quick, easy, and about as painless as a dead battery could possibly be. I think I will send them a pleasant email.
In case you were wondering, 6:45 is still much too early to be awake. I was only fourteen minutes late to class today, though, so that’s progress.
The fun part about trying to wake up way before my body’s done sleeping is that I have so many kick-ass dreams. I can only remember a couple of the ones from this morning, but they were HILARIOUS: I joined a nighttime exercise club, chased a hit-and-run suspect through a museum, TA-ed first grade at my old elementary school (where I met a girl I knew back then who had grown up to be Asian), and contracted rabies from a splinter I got while tending my underwater garden.
These episodes were all from more-or-less separate dreams I had within the space of twenty or thirty minutes. Do you see why dragging myself into consciousness is usually the less-attractive option by far?
Got home at 6-ish tonight after school and tutoring, haven’t done much of note since then.
Oh, except dance* around my living room for an hour. Because I’m wacky like that. At one point I jumped up on this big plastic tub full of file folders. Sam (who looooooves to dance with Mommy) jumped up there with me, so I scootched over to make room. But then he jumped back down, the tub tipped over, and I crashed awkwardly down on top of it. My leg got smooshed between the tub and the wall—it’s not broken, but there’ll definitely be bruises tomorrow.
I will be bug-bombing the apartment sometime very soon. They can hop, but they can’t hide.
It is way past my bedtime.
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* Chumbawumba, BSB, NSYNC, and Lordi. I never said I had any taste in music, but these are fun to jump on the couch to. I can bye-bye-bye like nobody’s business.