Keeping myself rather busy tonight, as I'm finding myself with a bit of energy left over from the day, figured I ought to use it. Put Captain America: The Winter Soldier into the DVD player and am casually watching. I only casually watched it the first time I saw it in theaters with Puppetcancer
, for as much as I enjoy the Captain, I do have to say I was much more enthused holding his hand throughout the film than the actual film itself. Sorry, Captain. You're pretty, but you don't hold a candle to the man I've got. No hard feelings, yeah?
Okay, so I'm not watching this for Chris Evans so much as Samuel L. Jackson. No one kicks as much theatrical ass in this movie than he does. Again, Captain, my apologies. You're pretty and everything, but you ain't Samuel L. Jackson.
Doing laundry at the moment because I'm desperately in need of clean jeans and sweaters. Washing the carrying bag my sleeping bag resides in and put the zzzin' bag on my bed as a comforter, since it's down and warmer than you'd believe. LOVE that thing. I love burrowing into that at night, y'know, assuming I don't have Puppetcancer
to keep me warm, this will do, albeit pitifully, in his stead.
But it won't have to be in his stead long, I'm seeing him next weekend and hauling him to see my fam. The fam is excited to see him. He's rather warmly received by the Popes, who have heaved a collective sigh of relieve with the general sentiment of, "oh, thank God, Mandi ended up with someone who isn't an idiot." That I did, my Pope Posse, that I did. This one's a keeper.
We're having dinner at my parents' house on Saturday night and spending the rest of our weekend doing "whatever," I may take him to see a movie or something, but we haven't solidified any plans yet. I'm just happy to see him, I couldn't really care less what we do, I just want to do whatever it is with John.
I found a new trick with laundry, by the by... for a total topic change. Put some Pine Sol in the bleach dispenser (I have a front loader, I dunno how this works with other machines) and it totally takes out the majority of stains you can put in. I salvaged my favorite pair of yoga pants using this method, not to mention my laundry smells even more clean and awesome than it usually does. Yes. Yes to the power of Yes.
Glad I did decide to do some laundry tonight, as it'll keep me awake for a bit until it's about ten or a normal hour in which to sleep so I don't eff up my biorhythm, that, consequently, I've finally made work. Have you noticed a distinct lack of late night/wee hours of the morning journal entries or art posts from yours truly? Yeah, that's 'cause I agreed to a sleeping pill from my doctor in a dose so low I'm embarrassed to report it, but IT WORKED. I'm sleeping full nights now and have for a few nights thus far. It took a couple of days for me to make a habit of it, but I don't require the pill any longer. I'm actually tired, albeit at almost 9PM, but I WILL be able to sleep tonight, do so without drugs and stay down the whole night.
Yeah, yeah, John, I hear you bashing your head into the wall, grumbling "I TOLD HER TO DO THIS SIX MONTHS AGO!" Yeah, you did, you were right, my bad. But I'm so glad I did this. SO glad. It's nice to sleep like a normal human being. SO nice.
And let's topic-hop back to laundry, I'm also absolutely thrilled for my revived pants as well as the fact I found one of my fave tee shirts, my Infant Sorrow Get Him To The Greek concert shirt, it was buried in a basket beneath my extra bedding. Was going to wash that so I'd have it on hand when I needed it, picked it up outta the laundry basket and BOOM! There was my Get Him To The Greek shirt. Freakin' YES.
Tonight's just been a good night, I guess!
God love you as much as I do, Possums.
Mandi L. P.