A day of firsts!

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Today was the first day in a week that I drove my car. First time I put jeans on, put makeup on, or did my hair. For the record, that does not mean I did not bathe. Just sayin'. It's the first day I made any purposeful movement before 11:00 am in a week.

I have come to the conclusion that if I did not work I would simply melt into and become part of - the couch. Seriously. I accomplished exactly nothing.

But I enjoyed the heck out of it!


Full disclosure - not my feet, not my living room. But doesn't it look cozy?

It's cleansing! Breathe deep ...

Tomorrow is my Friday, woo hoo! I've said it before but it bears saying again. Working at the same place for over 20 years does have some benefits. Like - something like 36 or 38 days of vacation a year. Nice, right? Right. Believe me, I am grateful.

I plan on completing what I started last weekend. Cleaning out my bedroom closet. I already have five 30-gallon trash bags full of clothes to be given away, a stack of pants on the floor to 'evaluate' - and more shoes pulled out than I should admit I own.

Did you know that when you get fat - your feet get fat too? Anyway...

There may actually be 6 bags already.

And there is still a TON of stuff to hanging in my closet yet. I have clothes from size 8 all the way up to ~unintelligiblemumblemumble~. I just kept adding without getting rid of anything saying to myself - well - I'll fit into that stuff again.

Okay, maybe I will. I haven't given up on that. But I finally had to look at the clothes in my closet and decide whether or not I will actually WEAR the stuff when I can fit into it! It's lovely to lose weight and go into your closet and try on things that haven't fit in a while - and find they fit you again. But really, it's not like these things fit me a couple months ago. We're talking years. I can pretty much guarantee you will never find me in another pair of jeans with a tapered leg - no matter what size I am!

So, out it all goes. I've got a good start on it, I'm hoping to go the way of Stimey (I copy her a lot, don't I?) and her Junk Pyramid blog. I need to get rid of something every day. My house needs to be cleansed from top to bottom of all of the things I look at and say - I don't know what I'll do with this, but - it's too good to throw out. Oh yeah??

My bedroom and all it's clutter seemed a good place to start. Plus, finding a YWCA clothing drop container less than a mile from my house is a huge bonus. Doesn't take much to donate loads of clothes without having to remember when someone is coming by to pick it up. Because I won't. Remember, that is.

Oh, and I'll nap a little too. On my days off. Thought I'd throw that in there too. I know you're jealous.

Longing for the test pattern

Do you remember when you would fall asleep with the TV on and about two or three a.m. there would be an announcement. “This concludes our broadcast day. Something something something something. And now … the National Anthem.” A waving flag would come on the screen while the music played, sans singing, and when it was done – the test pattern would come on. Just the test pattern. After that, snow. The TV day was over, it ended people. Every.Single.Day.

Remember when people would lie down and go to sleep at night the normal way? When they got tired? Remember when I used to have a mind?

Oh. Well, maybe you don’t.

Not too long ago the doctor prescribed something to help me sleep. After a while I realized it was not only giving me headaches, but it was making me somewhat depressed. That’s not a place I want to go back to so I decided I would have to go off the meds, and I did.

Next time I went to the doctor he asked how I was sleeping. I told him I had gone off the meds and was actually having trouble adjusting to falling asleep at a reasonable time on my own but I was dealing with it. He asked why I had stopped taking the medication and I told him it was giving me headaches.

I TOTALLY forgot about the other thing.

He was concerned that I’m still apparently not getting a good night’s sleep so he asked if I wanted to try the meds again but at half the dose, maybe I wouldn’t have the side effects but still get some benefit. Made sense to me so I said sure – why the hell not??

Because I’m a moron, THAT’S why not!!!

THAT’S why I’ve been in a funk. THAT’S why I “haven’t felt like it” – about everything. Where on earth did my mind go that at the moment my doctor asked me “why did you stop taking the pills?” my consciousness decided to go on vacation so what was left could give a canned response like “they gave me headaches?”

So I have decided I need to start getting ready for bed at night like most people do. With alcohol! Yeah, that’s the ticket! Okay, maybe that medicinal glass of red wine with all the flavonoids and antioxidants (which could be the same thing for all I know) will make me a tad bit sleepy and be good for me all at the same time. We will see.

But whatever I do, I need to get out of the funk and start getting some things done around here. It would probably help if the Internet had a test pattern at a certain time every day. It keeps me up way longer than the TV ever did!!