My Ed Sheeran concert ticket arrived tonight. Whew! I was a bit nervous, having not received it earlier. I TOTALLY forgot the concert is this Wednesday at 7, and I accidentally made a vet appointment for Wednesday at 6. Oops! So I'm going to need to reschedule that. I remembered while on a school bus (of all things) this weekend. "Shape of You" was playing and then everything came together in my mind to make me realize my stupid double-booking.
The problem is, I was hoping to take the day after the concert off, because I knew I'd be coming home late from DC. It turns out that is the day I must drive up to Maryland and spend all day setting up my coworker's computers. I wouldn't have picked that day in a million years, but I was told
I must do it on that day and only that day (and then also on Friday if we don't get finished on Thursday). So I'm going to have to leave my house around 6:30am. This is going to suck BIGTIME. My timing really, really sucks. But there's no way I could have known about this when I bought the tickets on April 5. *sigh* So it's just my bad luck again. And people wonder why I don't gamble. LOL
Saturday was fun; I went Chesapeake Lighthouse hunting in Maryland with melydia
. There was no way to get to all the lighthouses in one day, but we did see 5. As I love lighthouses, that was definitely a day well spent.
Today I woke up at 6, when I was supposed to, and my head was pounding. I haven't been sleeping well for a week now, and last night was no better. Charlie woke me up more than 8 times, requiring me to get out of bed each time, and I tossed and turned on top of that. And yesterday was physically taxing, so it's no wonder I felt like crap. I reset the alarm to 7 and didn't feel any better. So I slept until 8. I still didn't feel better, but an extra 2 hours of sleep was all I was going to allow myself. If I got too off schedule, I'd never be able to get back on. So I spent nearly the whole day trying not to nod off and trying to do things. I didn't manage to do much. I have a vague memory of doing a few things on the internet. I washed my kitchen floor. I scrubbed bird poop off my car in more than 20 places, tried to go to a car wash, and found the car wash out of order.
And I got super anxious about the luau party I had to go to at 2. One of my friends is getting married, and her sister threw a small party for her. I always feel incredibly socially awkward, and considering I was so tired today, I was even worse than normal. Also, people had brought gifts and I hadn't brought one (I ordered one off the registry but it hadn't been delivered yet). I should have done what someone else did and bring a card... but I totally didn't think about that. Stupid me. So I felt even more awkward when it came time to open presents.
Then I headed to another gas station and got a car wash there. I'm VERY new to car washes, still. Growing up, we always washed our cars ourselves. But my parking situation is such that, unless no one happens to be parking next to me, I can't really wash my car without getting the ones on either side me wet, too. Our parking spots are very small. And I won't necessarily even be able to park in front of my house. Anyway, I got a car wash, so that was good.
I came home and putzed around for a while. I froze my credit, which required me to find some loan information from 9 years ago. I went through 5 boxes and my glove compartment trying to find that info. So that was a fun time. I did watch 5 Highlander episodes tonight, though, including my very most favorite one with Dougray Scott in it. I was shocked to find out that the writers/producers thought the episode was a flop and badly executed. Out of more than 100 episodes, it is literally my absolute favorite. How could they think it was so bad? It's amazing! Psycological drama, Jacobite Uprising flashbacks, soooo much angst, foreshadowing one of the most shocking moments in all of Highlander without even realizing it (more than a season ahead of time), Methos in the basement of Shakespeare & Co, Scottish folk songs, and Dougray Scott saying the word "gunpowder" with the most amazing accent it kills me every damn time.