Semi Productive... in Free for All

  • Aug. 8, 2015, 4:28 a.m.
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Had issues sleeping again last night. Hopefully not tonight. Good thing is that I didnt have to argue with one of my aunts dogs to get him upstairs this time. Imagine, a 26 year old woman, frustrated to tears at 7am trying to get the one out of three dogs that isnt listening, to listen. I slept on the couch again last night. Well, this morning. It was definitely light outside when I passed out. Woke up around 11 to messages from my mom and aunt. I sent my aunt one out of frustration, she offered pointers. They worked tonight.

I made it most of the way through MIIB. Passed out right at the end. Damn it. Another couple of hours later, I realized I took a nap. Had a missed call from Him, so instead of listening to the voicemail, I call. First words out of Hims mouth are, “Youre not awake yet are you? Did you listen to my voicemail?” I grunted my reply of no and no, got off the phone to wake up a little bit. The voicemail was, “Hey, its me. Momma has a question for you. Call me back as soon as you get this.” NO fucking information. I could recognize Him’s voice anywhere. Him could have just told me. Ah well. Finally awake enough to call him back and be coherent, I should have just called Momma directly the first time but oh well. Had to do with someone fucking up at work, and could I gather information and such. No problem. For her, anything.

When I finally got off my ass, I cleaned the kitchen. Was able to get a few meals sorted out and in the fridge. Mostly Chinese food portioned out. Tomorrow, I make chili with the rest of the ground beef, kielbasa, and left over steak. Theres a roast defrosting in the fridge. Need to go pick up some root vegetables and do pot roast in the crock pot. Nom.

Managed my workout tonight. Didnt catch up on what I missed, but that is okay. As long as I keep moving forward, everything is good. My legs were bitching about the stairs, my ass is going to kill me tomorrow.

Here’s to doing it all over again tomorrow.


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