It is 12:18 a.m. and what am I doing? Waiting for it to be 1 a.m. so I can see what kind of shirt is for sale at shirt.woot.com. This is such a sickness. I'm starting to think that heroin would be better for me. Sweety is snug in the bed and snoring like a chainsaw. (I laid in bed and counted to 250 after the snoring started to be sure that he was asleep.)
Tonight was our t.v. show night. We record Desperate Housewives and Weeds when they come on and watch them on Tuesday night since I'm off work.
While watching t.v. (and drinking copious amounts of wine out of a box) I bought things online. Candles. Dude, I love me some good smelling candles. I've always been a fan of Yankee Candles but getting some samples of handmade candles has converted me. I need to figure out how to make them myself. Along with handmade soap. Handmade soap does not dry me out like store bought soap does. Maybe I will start my own business and quit my day job that I loathe so much.
But probably not. Change scares me. I'm a planner when it comes to "big" things. Once the plan is set, if you are a part of it, I will ask you eleventy billion times what is it that we are doing. Because I'm forgetful. I'm also bad about saying something out loud and then repeating myself 45 seconds later. Like the first thing that came out of my mouth was just a rehearsal.
Guess what I figured out tonight? That Chi Chi is one picky motherfucking eater. The bitch didn't eat yesterday or all day today. I was freaking out, thinking that she was getting ready to die. We feed her wet food and it comes in a few different flavors. Up until now, she'd eat whatever was put in front of her. Since she was going on hour 47 with no nourishment I cracked open one of the other packages for her (since she was getting ready to die and all, I figured it was the least I could do for her) and she scarfed it down. Turns out that she is a fan of Simmered Beef Entree but not Lamb and Rice Stew. This discovery should lead to many, many, many more happy meals for her.
Geez, I wish the computer monitor wasn't so bright. If for some odd reason Sweety wakes up right now, I'm going to slam the computer shut and then army-crawl to the bathroom and pretend that I'm just coming out of there with a stomach ache. I wish the damn keys on the keyboard were quieter too.
1:02 a.m. The shirt doesn't suit me. Green makes me look ill. I can go to bed now. Thank goodness.