Today was...a day. It began at 5:15 when I very politely told my alarm to go to hell (it was Lady Gaga's Bad Romance...I don't think she was offended) and rolled back over. At 6:05 I finally woke up...checked all the necessary social networking and e-mail things...showered...dressed...and went to work. I then worked.
After work I went to lunch with my Grandmother and sister. Then came errands (bank run, obligatory Wal-Mart run even though I left empty handed). And then came...a two hour time period before I had to go back to work. Not cool. Because when you only have a certain amount of time before you HAVE to do something....it always seems to feel as though you've got time to do exactly nothing. For instance, laundry was out. Packing for the move to the new apartment...out. Cleaning....I was too lazy. So I decided I would nap.
That did not work. Then I remembered that I hadn't done anything for myself yet today. So I did this: I made the bed beautifully. I've been getting back into the habit of fully making the bed daily (instead of just pulling the sheets a bit) and have even been making it look pretty some days. Today was one of those days. No pictures...but it looked like a little slice of heaven. And I decided I would make it so that when I returned from work I had something pretty to return to. Sometimes it really is the littlest things that make the biggest difference. Knowing that I had a small little oasis awaiting me made work slightly more bearable.
Tomorrow (if all goes according to plan) Caitlyn and I will be going to the Iowa State Fair for the first time ever. We have tickets for We the Kings (soooo excited) and Boys Like Girls. However...we didn't know that going to the fair required money other than the concert tickets (the Great Allentown Fair DOES NOT charge admission at all...you hardly even have to pay for parking). Anyway...so the added expenses (boo) make tomorrow a perhaps no go...which will both sadden me (as I am DYING to see this band live) and piss me off (since I've already purchased NON REFUNDABLE tickets). But growing up means making choices and...if we can't hack the extra money then...we don't go to the show and sit angrily on wasted $50.
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