Day Fifty-Five: Is it possible to watch too much TV?

I took being sick very seriously. I have a job and my job isn't exactly rocket science but I still don't want to let anyone down by being consistently sick and out of it. So, when I made the decision to call in sick I made getting better my job. I'm still sick but I am better.

Ok, what does getting better have with too much TV?

Part of my getting-better-now regimen was not moving from the couch. Not moving from the couch meant watching TV for eight straight hours. AND, lest you mention it, I did try and read but, this drugged up girl could not follow a plot line if she was paid to do so.

Moral of the story: Eight hours of TV does not a happy Hanley make. I'm actually, and y'all should record this, I am actually excited to go into work tomorrow - just to shake up my effing day.

Day Fifty-Four: Real World Addiction

It's true: I once dreamed of being on the Real World. Admitting you have a problem is the first step. The real truth? I still want to be on the Real World.

Day Fifty-Three: On abysmal tv

Ok. I get it. You hooked me with the first few episodes so now you get to leave me hanging. . . Maybe you're letting your rookies come to bat or you just had a bad week but come on network television your loyal fans aren't stupid. We know a half-assed, mal-produced episode when we see it.

Supernatural, with your throwback to first season "breather" episode, I'm looking at you. You dragged the boys through hell and now your slamming them right back where they started. Also, reign Padalecki in. His melodramatic intakes of breath are melting my face.

CSI:NY, I'm hoping you just forgot to add the To Be Continued tag line and if you did I hope someone got fired. This weeks episode could have been shoved in to a five minute teaser. Also, the whole paralyzed but not plot line? It's getting old really fast. Forcing Danny and Lindsey to spend quality time together when they never had chemistry in the first place is just plain old boring. Danny was more fun when he was boning the neighbor out of guilt for killing her son.

I've been watching The Office and it's been cracking me up. It's not on my hit-list yet but it's teetering very near the edge of that beating a dead horse feeling you get from a lot of shows.

Scrubs should be over already. Finito.

NCIS: LA, I'm not sure why I'm watching you in the first place given that I never, ever got into NCIS oh except OMG! Chris O'Donnell! You're still boring though and if his face weren't so much fun to watch I'd be sinking into a nice, canned, reality show instead.

Day Fifty-Two: Sick.

Should be more like sick!!!!!!!!!! I am officially under the weather and not happy about it. Hear that sickness? Happy. NOT. Not happy.

Also, the question mark button on my keyboard is sticky. . . time to remove the computer from general use? I think so.

Day Fifty-One: Sick?

I am feeling the edges of a cold eating away at my energy. Must. Stay. Healthy.

Day Fifty: Happy 50th!

I made it 50 days posting!!!! Woo-hoo.

I. Went. Out. Woah. I actually got out of the house.

Last night, I met some coworkers at Finn's for a birthday celebration. I drank way more than I should of and I had a great time. In case you were wondering, Finn's is half-off everything on Sundays. Yes, it is impossible to not get drunk. The savings - they are irresistible. I'm not sure where I fit in at work yet but I really do enjoy the company of the people I work with and that? That is a good thing.

Day Forty-Nine: L'autobus

Todays post consists of me being lazy, taking the bus, drinking a STARBUCKS latte, not enjoying work, getting home, and going out.

I will elaborate.

Yesterday was one of the laziest days in recent memory. I did nothing. I was hungover and I sat on my bed and then later on the couch and I watched so much tv my eyes were literally rotting by the time I rolled back into my bed to fall asleep.
Today I woke up, determined to walk, discovered that it was cold as balls outside and saw the bus, took the bus. Was early to work.
I stopped at STARBUCKS. I like STARBUCKS. I like that their drinks are fast and tasty and consistent. I like their logo and I like their stores. I LIKE STARBUCKS. God, how un-indie of me. Woops.
Work was tough today. The boss was on a tear. He is the boss so he is allowed to be picky but after awhile I just felt run-down. I really couldn't do anything quite right. I learned a lot about what he expects and he has good reasons, still after mopping the floor for an eighth time I kind of felt like freaking out.
I got home, I napped, it was glorious.
Now? Now I go out.

Day Forty-Eight: Lazing about

Our house survived the party and today? Today we do nothing.

I had fun and I know that my roommates had fun (and that's important) but I still don't like being a host, not really. I don't like wondering when people are going to leave so that I can go to sleep. I don't like worrying about whether people have enough to do and who is spilling what where. I'd much rather meet a bunch of people at a bar, but maybe that's just me being "old".

Day: Forty-Seven: Kegger????

Ok, so I'm more than a little drunk and more than a few of the people here are a little drunk.


I don't know whether I'm feeling déjà vu or what seeing all these people I lived with and drank with and made mistakes with while living in Spain. . . . Whatever I'm feeling it's making the room spin.

Day Forty-Six: Bad day

Welp. We all have bad days. Today is one of mine.