Randominity

Oh my God, y'all, I am so cranky this week there are no words. My parents are coming in on Sunday and I have a concert on Saturday, so I'm already feeling like, well, those two days are shot for me to get anything done (and by "anything" I mean everything from doing laundry to cuddling with my cat to cleaning my pigsty of an apartment to sitting around in my underwear eating cereal to writing slash to reading slash to watching or re-watching various media). And seeing as those are the only two days a week I don't have to get up at 6:30, that makes me pretty darn cranky.

Add to that the fact that I had choir Tuesday night, and have to somehow (how? I don't know! It's a wacky crazy crap-shoot of a world!) fit in the time to go see Narnia and Brokeback Mountain before my parents get here (and maria_kazuar goes home for Christmas), and the fact that at work today is my day for receptionist relief (YAY! I GET TO ANSWER PHONES WHILE THE RECEPTIONIST IS AT LUNCH, AND FROM 3-5PM! THERE IS NOTHING I LOVE MORE THAN ANSWERING PHONES!), and I am having some major teeth-grinding/lockjaw issues, I'm so aggravated.

It is not that I don't love my friends, or my parents, or my choir, or (most aspects of) my job. But I really, really, REE-HEE-HEEELY need time to refuel when stuff like this is going on. I've been known to sleep for 20 hours after having weeks like this, and I'm not even going to have time for that this time around. And I suspect it's going to be taken out in trade, about eight days from now, when I burst into exhausted tears in the middle of an animated discussion with my parents about exactly how gay I suppose I am, or the length of my hair.

I think I'm going to invest in a house I can buy that's hard to get to. Like, at the bottom of the ocean maybe? As long as I can get internet and access the grocery store when I need to, I'm golden.