I woke up last night at 4:30am because my toe itched really badly. Itched so badly that it WOKE ME UP. Y'all up in the North might not have had much acquaintance with fire ants, but the fuckers are nasty little beasts. One bit my toe on Tuesday. And then 36 hours later, it itched badly enough for me to WAKE UP from a deep sleep.
What the fuck, folks? And so I itched it, but then it hurt, so I stopped, but then it itched again. I got up an put a band-aid on it (which did nothing...but whatever). It kept me awake for 20 MINUTES before finally I was tired enough to be able to ignore the ITCH.
Seriously though...if not for the band-aid on my toe this morning, I probably would have thought it was all a crazy dream.
Fire ants, you're on my list.
Second: the crazy.
So I had this crazy dream last night (no, it has nothing to do with ants). There were two houses, each with a lot of stairs...like each house had 7 (split) levels, so there was a lot of descending flights into small rooms tucked in basements (though everything was well lit via windows). Twice I was climbing, looking for private rooms in which to do private things (*wink*). The "crazy" part was mostly the cast, but I think I shall keep that to myself, for now. [Person A is a good friend with whom I haven't spoken in a couple months, Person B is a totally random blast-from-the-past, as we've gone to school together since kindergarten, but haven't seen since probably graduation.]
Third: the awesome.
So I was really freaking out about a test I took on Monday. It was American Art, and I'm pretty sure I complained about it here. I also texted Zoe right before the test and said how much I thought I was going to fail because I had NO confidence in my knowledge of the subject matter.
Then after the test, I felt incredibly relieved and actually thought I might have kicked it's ass. But I didn't want to sound too confident...ya know...don't want to jinx these things. (Yeah, I'm superstitious...get over it.)
I checked my grade today: 94%
BOO-YAH! Yeah, I kicked it's ass all the way back to 1636 Virginia, where the Adam Thoroughgood House was built.
Fourth: the exciting.
Tonight. Grey's Anatomy. CSI. The Office.
So much TV, so little time.
Thank GOD for TiVo!!!
Fifth: the thought-provoking.
Tomorrow, I'm going to my mom's for the weekend. But I guess now I have to call it "my parent's." Because my dad is officially retired. Officially 60. And officially a Florida resident. My parents haven't living the in the same place for a year and a half...and I'm a little nervous.
It's been a really odd situation this whole time, one that I tried not to dwell on because of the crazy emotions it's provoked. I'd say it was like they were divorced, but I don't really know if that would describe it. They emailed each other daily. Mom paid the bills while Dad earned the money. She spoke ill of him often. But that's how their marriage has been for the past 8(?) years. For this time, they were just living in different states.
But I don't think I want them living together again. It's just so awkward and tense most of the time. But I miss my kitty and I need groceries, so I need to go there.
Sixth: the ending.
I don't want to leave it like that, so I guess I'll add that I have three Netflix movies to watch...Tootsie, All the President's Men, and Alfie (2004). So I'm a little psyched.