Days off

So this seems to be how I spend my days off unless I have something very specific planned, like meeting a friend for dinner and a movie or organizing my parents house to get ready for their new hardwood floors. Next weekend my plan will include going to Oxford, but only for about a day and a half.Today I woke up at around 12:30 only because the need to go to the bathroom outweighed my need to stay warm under the covers. I fed the three spoiled rotten cats who live in the apartment.

Keo is Allie's fluffy cat who is part Maine Coon but I don't know what else. He's very sweet and lazy.










Copper is the cat I adopted from McKamey's--or he adopted me is more like it. He's a mess and gets into everything and cuddles and is adorable.










Karma is the kitten I fell in love with who would have been taken to the pound had I not decided to keep her. She's the baby of the family and squeaks instead of meows.


Sorry, just wanted an excuse to put pictures up of the cute, furry babies I live I call my kids and nephew. Anyway, I doubt I'll do much of anything else today, mostly because of the money situation I often find myself in the day before payday. I have $0.34 in my account. Oh yes, you didn't misread that--that would be less than a dollar. Growing up is expensive for sure, and between rent, my cell phone, car insurance, gas, food, entertainment, groceries, and very soon to be health insurance, there just isn't money left over and I need it right now for all the stuff I have to do in the coming months. But I digress. See, I have an issue with how my mind functions on days off as opposed to days I'm working. When I work, I want to accomplish a lot of things on the job and off of it--so this is when I tend to run my errands and/or clean the apartment (primarily the litterbox, which is a major task for sure). That's all fine and dandy, but seeing as how I work anywhere between 7 1/2 to 11 hours, I should be just too exhausted to do much else and therefore get to sleep early and wake up at an effective time on days off to accomplish tasks, but my mind can't seem to wrap itself around this idea.
I seem to have the strangest cause of pseudo-insomnia known to man, because there can be up to 72 hours where I just can NOT get to sleep, no matter how many of my "sure-fire" methods I employ, such as turning off all the lights (not really my cup of tea but I try), reading with just the bedside lamp on, or putting on a movie I've seen a million times. Other times, however, I can sleep for over 12 hours at a time, and the two don't always happen back-to-back. Any idea of what in the world is going on? I don't mean google it either, because I plan to go to the doctor soon, but just wondering if anybody has experienced this for no particular reason or knows any other helpful ways to fall asleep.

I discovered a website that is great for watching movies still in theaters, so basically I have yet another way to be a movie nerd. The book nerd thing is pretty well taken care of by working in a bookstore and reading all the time, but between Netflix, watchmovies24.net , my movie collections (both DVD and VHS), and being friends with people who love to go out to the movies all the time--I'm pretty well set on seeing just about whatever I want (and some I don't). I don't write nearly as much as I used to, and I do miss it a lot. When all is said and done though, exhaustion hits my brain long before it hits my body, so it's a lot harder to write late at night than read (or watch) other people's work or clean house.

I've enjoyed the time to myself while Allie has been in Florida, but I do miss her. I realize that I'm very much a person who likes to have others around, but I've developed a need for alone time as well. As I get older, I believe a healthy balance is forming, but I don't think I'd want to live alone all the time. I'm guessing I'll have roommates until I find whatever guy is lucky--and crazy--enough to marry me. At any rate, it's so nice to have somebody to talk to and laugh with and who enjoys (mostly) the same movies you do and truly cares about you. I've been incredibly blessed with friends, but I also see that it's a rarity to find friends like I have. So many people are so much out for themselves that they don't care at all to help out others or spend the time to care. My friends do care, and while they're not perfect, they would do all they can to see I'm not hurt. Many of my closest friends told me, during my various relapses and breaking points, that they didn't know what to do or how to fix my situation. Here's the thing--you can't fix it and the greatest gift for me was simply the notion that they were listening and loving me. Often, if you take the time to listen to what somebody is saying--I mean, really listen--they will slowly figure out what to do on their own. Allie is one of those people who is great at listening, and I'm so grateful for that. Also, I suggest you not insult me in front of her--she's got a wicked temper.

My roommates have all been pretty different, except that they are all quirky and hilarious and protective and smart and gorgeous--just all in different ways. I can only hope that I've been as good to them as they've been to me, and make sure I always treat them, and all of my wonderful friends and family, with the respect I know they deserve. I mean, come on, they put up with me.



Anyway, I think I'm going to go search for food and try to accomplish something and turn around my work day/ day off trend. Wish me luck.
P.S. I should be going out on a date soon with the guy I mentioned in a previous blog! I'm keeping it all on the DL until I see how it goes :)