I downloaded and watched the first episode of Love Monkey. It was pretty good and really put the 2nd episode in context. The show has a lot of promise, but then again I really liked the show Ed, yet I stopped watching it after a while. Of course it is still early, so I'm going to to have wait and see if the show gets better or begins to drag. I'm still addicted to Lost. I'm very happy I made an agreement to watch the first season. It is one of the most TIVOed shows I hear. I have all he OC tivoed, so I figure I'll start watching it soon so I can catch up. Sometimes I feel like watching TV is homework.
Thursday there was a HLSA meeting at school. I attended but pretty much just sat there quietly. There was a lot of talk of doing community service and I admire those people that can go to school, work and still go and help kids read after school. I used to do a lot of that kind of stuff in college, and a bit in high school, but now it just seems like that could be time I should be studying. If I am having trouble making time to get to the gym, how am I going to make time to donate it. I probably need to figure that out.
Thursday night after class, I got home and just started drinking. This might not be the best habit to start. I finished my Maker's Mark bottle and just kept on drinking. By the time Mark got home from class I was pretty drunk. The daily show and cobert report were just as good I think. Knowing I wouldn't be able to get to sleep, I figured I'd drink some more and watch Crash. I've had that movie for a long time and just never watched it. I liked it. It was very unique. I didn't get to bed until 4am...much worse than my usual 3am. So waking up at 7am this morning for work, with a hangover, was no easy task. So far I seem pretty much there, but its usually in the afternoon when I really crash after getting a terrible night sleep.
Mia is getting terrible at waking me up in the morning and seems to get worse by the day. In the past she would just lay there on my legs while I slept. Then she would get on top of my chest at like 6am and sleep, knowing it would wake me up so that I could go and feed them. The problem is she is so heavy, it affects my breathing, so I have to get up. Well now, she just fucks with me...she lays on me, paws at me, licks me, everything possible so that I can get up and go feed them. Her nails are getting long (I need to trim them), so her pawing was scratching me this morning. I don't clearly recall all her techniques because I'm half asleep, but I have memories of being very bothered, annoyed and uncomfortable as she tries to get me up. It is so ironic, the one cat that won't give me love for shit, gives me the most attention at the one point of the day where I most want to be left alone, the morning. Do you know I leave my alarm set for 7am on weekends just so I can wake up and turn off the alarm and go back to sleep knowing I don't have to get up until I want to. It is a great feeling. Maybe one day I'll want to get up at 7am...but I doubt it. I guess it makes sense why I am so tired in the morning.
I understand that life is full of ups and downs, but sometimes those downs are hard to beat. I guess it is better to go out and make the ups instead of just waiting for them. I hear the weekend is going to be very beautiful, so I guess that is a good start. Then again, what is more important is what is going on in the inside.
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