Corner of Bourbon & Division

Not in the sense of fewer daylight hours, but rather in the sense of "this was a very long day." I'm so flipping tired.

I was up at 5:30 in order to be up and dressed and with everything sorted out so I could go to U-Haul and get the van I reserved to bring garbage to the dump. I had actually reserved a pick-up truck, but it turns out U-Haul doesn't have those in Ottawa anymore. So instead I was given a van, and that actually turned out to be something of a blessing in disguise, since I'm not sure the pick-up truck would have had enough room in the bed for everything I tossed in there.

There was so. much. garbage, friends. I tossed a ton of KK's junk (mostly broken shit from her past two or possibly three cars that she apparently just tossed in the garage rather than throwing out), and a bunch of stuff that had just been sitting in the basement for a remarkably long time, plus two broken office chairs that KK has been hanging onto this entire time. I drove to the local dump, got the van weighed, tossed everything into the container that was there, and was paid up and out of there all inside of about twenty minutes. I was actually really impressed with how efficient it all was.

KK and H surprised me by actually showing up to the house at 10:00. KK had said in a message the night before that they'd aim for 9:00, so I wasn't expecting them until the afternoon, but they showed up a lot earlier than I thought! H was actually pretty great and helped KK pack up about 90% of the books in the cat room as well as breaking down the mini greenhouse full of dead plants KK had in there. They managed to get most of it done while I was cleaning out part of the basement and then dragging stuff to the dump. 

I am not entirely sure what bug crawled up KK's butt today, but she was snide and snippy to me both verbally and via Signal messages all day, accusing me of "rushing" to get out of the house, among other things. I don't know if she's feeling self-conscious because her friend is visiting and suddenly thinks I am making her look bad (this has happened to me with friends in the past, where I am acceptable as long as I am not in public view of others), or if she was just having an off day, but if she continues to be like that tomorrow I am going to have to talk to her about it. I am not here to be anyone's verbal punching bag anymore. I've had that in enough relationships, thank you.

We took the dogs and H to the new house in the late afternoon and evening, and the dogs had an absolute blast zooming around the property again while I got eaten alive by mosquitoes. I also spotted a black and white cat prowling around the property, and I'm really hoping that it's a barn cat from the farm next door and that the previous owners didn't abandon their cat on the property. If they have we'll take the poor thing in, of course, but I really hope that's not the case. 

KK and H drove to Rockin' Rhonda's diner, which is about 15 minutes away. It's a 50s-themed diner that's right across the street from another house on which we made an offer last year, and we were pretty sad that we didn't get that house because the diner has really good food. They have garlic bread that is absolutely to die for, it's so good. Once we were stuffed full of food I loaded up all the dogs in my car again, came home, got them fed and medicated and crated as needed, and now all that's left is to send out the announcements for Quaker Meeting tomorrow and prepare to be the online greeter. It's already very late, so I need to get right on that.

Catch you on the flip side, friends!

The appraisal company steadfastly refused to communicate with anyone at all today including my mortgage person. The sellers have graciously allowed for a one-day extension. I am both stressed out and livid at the lack of professionalism displayed here, and when this process is over they will receive a scathing review from me.

There is nothing I can do right now except wait. I have looked them up, however, and found a phone number, and I plan to follow up with them tomorrow repeatedly until they give me what I want just to get rid of me as an excruciatingly polite nuisance caller. I excel at petty-but-polite phone calls, and am fully willing to bring my A game to them tomorrow if they continue to fuck around with me.

Tomorrow I will be driving KK to and from work (I often do this on my days off because it saves her from having to walk the full distance from the parking garage to her building, and makes a big difference to her pain levels on her in-office days), and then I plan to continue tidying and de-cluttering the house. The professional organizer has given me a bit of momentum, so I am going to try to capitalize on that. Even if we end up not moving, doing a significant declutter and tidy will go a long way to helping me keep what's left of my sanity.

I wish I had more exciting news for today, but here we are. Catch you on the flip side, friends!

I'm still exhausted. Today was the last day of working with the professional organizer. It went well and I have no regrets, but I still have a lot of work left to do to clear out and give away some of what we decluttered. The kitchen is in much better shape than before: I moved a shelving unit into the small space that serves as KK's office and leads into the living room and replaced it with a smaller shelving unit that was already in the kitchen and a small cart on wheels, so now the kitchen feels far more open, and there is in fact a bit more room to work with. The living room does look as though seven or eight tornadoes have gone through it, however, as it's full of all of the piles for donation and discarding. Oops. Oh well. Omelet, eggs, etc.

My mortgage financing is conditionally approved, although I have to jump through fourteen thousand flaming hoops to prove that the money I have in my bank account is actually mine, and there has to be a "desktop appraisal" of the property in case the amount I offered for it is higher than what the mortgage lender thinks it's worth. Uuuugh, why are finances so complicated and stressful?

I have scheduled a house inspection on Sunday morning with an inspector I haven't worked with before. My usual guy, Mike Courtemanche, was unavailable to work with me because this is the busiest time of year. The new guy comes recommended by my real estate agent as well, so I'm sure he'll be good too. 

Tomorrow I'm heading to the Alfred bird auction (although I won't get getting quail now that there's a strong possibility I'll be moving in just two months), where I shall hang out with my newish friend Val (we've been friends for about five years now) and later I shall head further out in order to spend some time with Dylan and Sarah on their farm. I have some plans to bring disinfectable footwear with me so that I don't accidentally track bird flu onto their farm just in case any of the auction birds have it, or some other horrible avian disease that will affect their poultry.

I have fallen asleep three times at my keyboard trying to finish this, so it's time to call it a night. I have to leave around 6:30 to get to the auction on time, so a full night of sleep is definitely in order.

Catch you on the flip side, friends!

 I am very glad that everyone in my various circles decided to opt out of April Fool's jokes today. It just doesn't seem like the right time for that, when everything is so raw.

I am absolutely knackered, so this is going to be a short post. I slept badly (trying to flip from night shifts back to a day schedule is hard), then cleaned the kitchen and took out the recycling before Brittany, the professional organizer got here. We got through about 3/4 of the kitchen cabinets, but the biggest challenge still lies ahead of us. Still, we have three days left together, so I am cautiously optimistic that we can get it all done.

I've put in another offer on a house. The listing is honestly too good to be true, so I assume I will be massively outbid on it, but it would be a lovely house to live in, complete with four acres and a pond. I have no idea why it's on sale for so little, it makes no sense.

Anyway, given the general lack of sleep and the very busy day, I am heading directly to bed and sleep. Catch you on the flip side, friends!

 It's the first night shift of the week, so I haven't yet descended into the usual madness of trying to revamp my entire life and making plans to become a whole new person by next Monday morning. Night shifts do that to me every time without fail, but usually the urge to create new calendars and to-do lists and coloured charts doesn't strike until a few nights in. We'll see how long I last this time. I might go a little longer this time because I have the professional organizer coming starting next Tuesday, so that might already serve to scratch the itch since re-organizing my whole kitchen does kind of have a similar feeling to re-organizing my whole life.

I really hope that we can get the kitchen into a properly functional state. Trying to cook in there is making my soul shrivel these days. All of my cupboards are topsy-turvy, I have almost no floor space, no counter space, and I can't stand directly in front of the stove because of the storage rack thing I put in because I couldn't figure out how to use the space well enough to store all of my kitchen equipment. So, yeah, we have four days of four hours each to get the kitchen whipped into shape. I would love to be able to just open my cupboards and grab what I need without things constantly falling over or on top of my head. Part of it is an organization problem, but mostly it's a clutter problem, and that is why I am paying the professional organizer the big bucks. Although to be fair, for almost an entire week of work she won't exactly be making a killing after taxes. I think her hourly wage comes to more than mine, but I don't know that I'd be chomping at the bit to do her job.

I've got two hours or so until I can go home. Today is the only day before Friday when I'll be able to get a decent amount of sleep. Tomorrow I have an appointment (virtual, thank goodness) with the dietitian from the bariatric clinic at 8:30am, and then I got roped into a separate meeting with two members of Ministry & Counsel at 14:30, which means I'm going to get about two hours of sleep at best between those two meetings. I might be able to get away with going back to bed after that, but I'm not super optimistic. Then on Thursday I have a follow-up appointment with the naturopath (also virtual, thank goodness), so that means I won't get much sleep then either. I hate scheduling things during my night shifts, but in all these cases I had very little say about the timing. Blargh.

And, of course, somewhere in all that I have to get over my weird psychological block and get my seeds started for the garden this year. I'm reluctant to sacrifice my sleep today, but maybe if I leave KK to fend for herself for dinner I can sleep late and then start the seeds between the time I wake up and the time I need to leave. 

In unrelated news, I've been watching Chicago Med in my spare time, partly because I do like medical dramas (I was an early adopter when ER came on the air in the 90s and have never looked back), and it's not exactly good, but I can't seem to stop watching it because it's like a train wreck. There isn't a single character in this show with an ounce of moral fibre, and they all seem to spend their time making terrible, selfish, impulsive decisions based on their whims, often at the expense of their patients. All of these people are walking disasters who need multiple years of therapy and have no idea how to communicate. Chicago Med differs from most medical dramas that I've watched by having a pretty strong emphasis on emergency psychiatry, and one of the main characters is Dr. Daniel Charles, head of the psych department.

Now, I honestly don't know many heads of psychiatry who routinely hang out in the emergency room (Dr. Charles lurks around corners and observes patients), but apparently for the purposes of the show he does just that. That, and conduct wildly unethical "experiments" on patients and colleagues alike (giving out placebos to patients to "test" whether their problems are medical, lying to coworkers about the status of patients, egregiously violating his daughter's explicitly set boundaries, etc..). He's a weirdly likable character, mostly because Oliver Platt is a gem and plays him as an affable, cardigan-wearing father type with a penchant for collecting autistic-coded young women to be his protégées. I do understand that the show has to come up with drama because real life medicine doesn't make for good television, but if this were real life none of these people would still have their medical licenses.

Anyway, I think that's enough talking about television. It's just this weird little micro-obsession with a TV show. Definitely not enough to want to join the fandom or anything, but enough that I want to keep watching, apparently, in spite of the fact that the show is ridiculous in the extreme.

Okay. Time to wrap this up. Catch you on the flip side, friends!

 I exaggerate a bit for effect, obviously. But nonetheless, the instructions feel very mean, because I am not supposed to spend more than seven hours in bed the night before my sleep study (which is tonight), and that is GROSS, especially for a Saturday morning, when I usually get to sleep in and compensate for the fact that I'm constantly tired and sleep deprived. That means at best six hours of sleep, which makes me so sad to think about. I am going to be dragging all day tomorrow.

They say it's to ensure I sleep during the study, and all I can say is, it better fucking work! If I get there and can't sleep after forcing myself to not sleep for as long as I want to, I shall be annoyed.

I'm still excited for the sleep study, though, not gonna lie. I really, REALLY want to know if that's the reason I'm an unmotivated zombie most of the time.

In other news, I had a reasonably productive day today. I got up at 2:15 to watch the eclipse, and it was SUPER COOL. One of my neighbours also came out to view it, and we shared an amicable greeting and then just watched the eclipse in silence. It was pretty chilly, so I didn't stay outside for the full half hour that the moon was fully covered, but it was still pretty awesome.

I did kind of pay for my nerdiness, though. I was cold and wide awake until nearly 4:30, so I overslept until nearly 8:00 after that. I did make yoghurt in the Instant Pot that seems to be turning out okay. I will know for sure tomorrow morning when I taste it. It will be plain and unsweetened, so I'm sure it'll be a little on the tangy side, but that's what sugar and flavouring is for. If it works I am pretty excited about being able to make our own yoghurt at home. It's not much cheaper than just buying yoghurt, to be fair, but it's kind of cool to be able to do it.

I also went to see my doctor and got my blood test requisition, and I picked up my new worm friends who are now nicely settled in their new worm home. They already have a selection of delectable chopped up remnants of Brussels sprouts to nom, so hopefully that will keep them happy for now. I also harvested a second crop of Lion's Mane mushrooms from my grow kit. The pink oysters didn't fare well this time, and I think it's because I didn't harvest them properly last time. I think I did a better job this time around, so hopefully I'll get a good third crop out of them both. Oh, and I picked up a can of tripe for the dogs at Pet Valu, in the hopes that I can use that to replace the probiotics in their food (which is, alas, an American product).

I didn't get my seedlings started, because I opted for a nap instead, and then made dinner for me and KK. The dogs lost their ever-loving minds over the tripe, so as long as it doesn't mess up their digestion I will see if it's financially worth switching over to that more long term. It costs about $6.50 for a large-ish can, but the probiotics they dogs get currently cost about $90 a month, so as long as I'm using less than 13 cans a month, it will end up being a savings for us.

Speaking of savings, KK has signed us up (with my permission) for new home and car insurance, which will save me about $30 a month and her considerably more. She wasn't planning to change, but she missed too many payments for her previous insurance provider and they cancelled her coverage. She hasn't been refused coverage for the new place, luckily, and since it will now come out automatically from the joint account it should be fine. I'm a little concerned about her finances, but I'm not her mother, and as long as she pays into the joint account on time I don't really have anything to say about it. If we get another month of her not being able to pay rent, however, we're going to have a Come to Jesus talk about paying rent before buying cool new crafting supplies.

Okay. It's nearly time for sleep. My current plan is to have lights out at midnight so that I can get up around 7:00, because getting up earlier just sounds rude at this point. See you on the flip side, friends!

I cannot promise that the whingeing about being tired will end anytime soon.

I am counting the days until my sleep study (three more sleeps!), but of course even then I won't get answers right away. I'm still happy it's happening, and I'm planning to ask how quickly they typically have the results of a sleep study in the hopes that it's a relatively quick process. I have been told that even if it turns out I do need a CPAP machine, I get a "loaner" machine for a month so they can figure out all the correct settings and whatnot (don't ask me for specifics, I don't fully understand it yet), and then the loaner machine gets taken away and I have to wait an unspecified number of months before I get a permanent machine of my very own, all of which sounds sucky. I would just like to get a machine and be on my way, thank you, but alas, that's not the world we live in. On the other hand, I am really hopeful that this will be the determining factor in why I'm so goddamned tired all the time. It would be ideal if I could get the Mystery Tired sorted out before the summer so that I can really take advantage of the nice weather and not drag my sorry ass around like a partially deflated balloon.

In the interim, my brain keeps writing cheques that my body can't cash. There are so many things I want to do, but have no energy to even get started on, not to mention no brainpower or willpower either. If I were to write a list of all the things I want to do and learn, people would probably laugh at me, but I do honestly kind of want to be a Jack of All Trades with a lot of practical skills, like sewing and crocheting and making soap and woodworking and stuff. I should probably make a complete list of all those things and maybe break them down into categories by how feasible they are from a realistic standpoint. It would be an interesting exercise, for sure.

I got in touch with the person I've been jokingly referring to as my worm dealer. The red wrigglers I got from her a few weeks ago are doing well, so I decided to get them some friends in the hopes that they will all reproduce a little faster and produce more castings. I was a little worried at first because I kept finding worms climbing the sides of my bin, but a bit of research revealed that it's normal for just a couple of worms to do that in search of condensation. There was quite a lot of condensation in the bin at the time, and when I got the humidity a bit more balanced they stopped doing it. Apparently you only need to worry if either all of your worms are trying to escape, or if they're all huddled together in one spot, since that means the conditions are poor, but so far that doesn't appear to be the case. The worms have been happily worming, and I've given them more than enough food to keep them happy for now. That being said, I am still happy with my decision to get them some worm friends to speed things up a bit.

I'm meant to go pick up my new worm friends on Friday, and since I also have doctor's appointment that day, that will significantly cut into my time. My original plan was to get my seeds started, and I am still going to give it the old college try, with some spillover into Saturday if needs be. I am a little annoyed about the doctor's visit, because it takes me nearly an hour to drive there and then an hour to drive back, and my appointment is for literally fifteen minutes, and I doubt I will spend more than five minutes in there because I'm only going in order to request blood work for my A1C at the request of the bariatric clinic. This could easily be a phone call or an online appointment, but noooo, I have to waste nearly three hours of my time (travel time, wait time, appointment time, and the time it takes me to deal with all my winter gear) for it. Blargh.

However, if all goes well I should still have a fair bit of time in the afternoon. The plan is to pick up the worms on my way to the doctor's appointment, then head directly home after that, which will get me home by about 1pm. If I play my cards right and don't let inertia get the better of me (the trick is to not sit down, ever, because then I immediately realize how tired I am and don't want to get up again), then I can have a quick lunch and immediately head to the basement to get my seeds started. I do still have to set up all my grow lights, but I'm cautiously optimistic that that won't take more than an hour or so, which leaves me with several hours to plant some seeds before I have to start making dinner. 

I've kind of been slacking in the meal planning department, too. I had gotten into the habit of planning dinner the week before, and that really came in handy for cutting down on grocery spending and more importantly saving me time and stress about trying to figure out what the fuck's for dinner every single night. I've also been meaning to create a full inventory of what's in all the various freezers, too. I have a decent idea, but there are things that I keep forgetting about that I really need to get around to cooking, especially stuff that's in the largest chest freezer in the garage. I have to dig out the sheets with QR code stickers that I got a while back with a view to making an attempt at getting more organized. That never materialized mostly because I keep running out of energy to do anything besides barely exist. 

Okay. I have one hour left before my workday is over and things are picking up. See you on the flip side, friends!

Okay, maybe not, but I have been pretty productive today.

I have processed almost all of the meat I bought--and by "processed" I mean I have separated it out into portions, vacuum-sealed it, labelled it along with today's date, and put it in the freezer for future use. The only things I have left to process are the six whole chickens I bought, and I am most likely to do that tomorrow, since that requires a little bit more planning and effort. I've only carved up whole raw chickens once before, but the internet is a wonderful thing, so I'm reasonably confident I can do it again. I do need to get myself a good boning knife, or possibly a fillet knife, I'm not sure which would be appropriate for carving up a chicken carcass into its component bits. Either way, I don't have one of those knives, so I will have to make do with my butcher's knife and my chef's knife in the meantime. I am sure they will be up to the task. My goal this time is to try to carve up "bone in" chicken breasts so that I can use them in some of my slow cooker recipes, because keeping the bone in keeps the chicken from drying out as much, and I find that breast meat is very prone to drying out. The internet so far has not been as helpful because all the videos and tutorials assume I want to remove the breast from the bone, which is absolutely not the case.

I've also chopped up some bok choy in advance for tonight's dinner, because I have a Skype call with my parents every Sunday at 5pm, and they typically keep me chatting until 6pm or later, so I don't want to spend too long on food prep afterward, because that will necessarily delay dinner. I just realized I forgot to mince a shallot before coming downstairs, because that's also kind of time consuming. Oops. Oh well. Having the bok choy ready is already a step in the right direction.

I forgot that I signed up for a gardening workshop tonight at 7pm, so things are going to be a little tight. I may ask my parents if they're okay with a slightly shorter call tonight, but I don't want to make it too short. We only really get to talk once a week reliably, and next Sunday I'll be working, so we won't get to talk until Monday. These days I am a little more acutely aware of the passage of time, and I'm reluctant to shorten any time I spend with my parents. When they are gone I will not be glad I shortened our calls so that I could get my shallots chopped in time, you know?

It's been a productive weekend overall. I can't say I'm mad about any of it, or even disappointed that I didn't quite get everything done that I would have liked to. I had some pretty ambitious plans (by my standards only), and so even getting a little over half of them accomplished feels pretty good.

So, a short post today. Perhaps I will have more--and more interesting--stuff to share tomorrow. I am starting a full seven days of night shifts, so I may have more time for thinky-thought type posts.

Happy Fathers' Day to all of my lovely friends who play a paternal role in someone else's life. <3

As for me, I ended up skipping yesterday's update in favour of passing out in bed. The weekend has been a quiet one as we are sloooooowly settling in. A lot didn't go according to plan, but we are adjusting our expectations and our course of action accordingly, and two nights of sleep have gone a long way to making it easier to roll with the punches.

 Yesterday we mostly took it easy. The two of us were just completely burnt out after weeks of work and the last week of frantic packing and prepping and Friday's day of working on moving for the entire day. I started my day at 5:00 and didn't stop until nearly 21:00, at which point I all but faceplanted in my bed. Peggy's crate is now in my room, and she bounced all over the place on Friday night rather than sleep nicely in my bed with me, so I put her in the crate, and she proceeded to bark and whine and howl on and off for the entire night. It sucked. Both KK and I opted to take an afternoon nap, though, and by then Peggy figured it out and got with the program. She slept nicely with me the whole time, and slept nicely most of the night through (with a small exception at about 3:00 when she decided she was awake and found a plastic bottle to chew on very loudly for what felt like a very long time but realistically wasn't more than ten or fifteen minutes).

Tonight she is snoozing on the bed already, so I am optimistic that she and I are settling into a nice groove for sharing the bed and not having her be an absolute terror. Time will tell.

Today was much more productive. I cleared out almost the entire kitchen, which is saying something because it was packed so full of stuff we literally could not get in there for love or money, cleared off the counters, did a load of dishes, and got rid of all the old plastic Tupperware I'd been meaning to dispose of for quite some time (not the good kind of Tupperware, in case you're worried). I also did two loads of laundry, and I made pancakes for breakfast and pasta with parmesan for dinner (nothing fancy at all, but at least I got the both of us fed!). All in all it's been a good day, and my mood is much improved after sleep and visible progress being made on the house. KK even unpacked all of her good china and put it away in the cabinet, and unpacked enough to get her home office set up downstairs. Progress on all fronts!

So now the goal is to get everything else unpacked, and to somehow rearrange the garage so that her car will fit in there even though the movers packed it full of stuff that was never meant to go in there to begin with. One item is her washing machine, which we are never going to be able to get into the basement on our own, and the other big item is a rather big cupboard which I might be able to wrangle down the stairs. We need to be able to get the garage cleared back to almost its original state if we both want to park our cars here, and right now that is night impossible. I am still quite annoyed at the movers for refusing to bring things to the basement because they were in a hurry and the move had taken them longer than expected, but there's nothing to be done about that now except deal with the fallout of their shoddy service.

I am sure we will make it all work. I had a bit of a dark night of the soul on Friday, but I think that was mostly exhaustion taking its toll. Tomorrow I have to go back to work, though, and I am not especially looking forward to it. I could use a break, but I will be getting the opposite of that for the next two and a half months. It's only 10 weeks, I can make it.

So KK and I had our first buddy productivity session tonight, and it was definitely a success on my end. We started at 18:00 and I stopped just shy of 20:00 so that I could have food. We chatted away the whole time, and I emptied the dishwasher, cleared off all the kitchen counters and the stove, dealt with the recycling, cleared off part of the dining room table, and washed all the countertops and the stovetop. KK's plan for tonight was to do her taxes, so that she can use her refund to pay for the move, and I don't know if she submitted anything, but I know she got all her information input in the right places, so definite progress on that front too.

We have three weekends before she moves in (June 18th is a Friday). So this coming weekend I'll be going over on Saturday, and I'll go over for a day on the following weekend, and then both days on the weekend of June 12-13. I mentioned in a previous post that I'm going to try to get a day or two off that week as well, hopefully at least the 18th, so that I can be here to help coordinate the move. It will depend on our staffing levels at work. One employee is going on parental leave the following week, so if baby decides to come early we might already be short-staffed.

I also found out some pretty bad news about another employee today. He's not directly my employee, he's someone from elsewhere in the unit who has been saving our collective bacon by going on shift even though that's not his actual job. Without him, we wouldn't be able to run the operations floor because we simply wouldn't have enough people. Anyway, last year he underwent successful treatment for prostate cancer, and now his doctor suspects it may have returned and metastasized to his colon. He's going to undergo a colonoscopy soon (tomorrow, maybe? I'm not clear on the details) to figure out what's what. This is obviously super shitty news on a personal level--fuck cancer, seriously--and also because I can't completely turn off my manager brain, I have no idea what we'll do if/when he has to take time off work to take care of his health (which of course he should, there's no question there).

This basically just highlights the problem I've been telling people about from the start: we are flirting with disaster, and are perilously close to just having to shut down the unit due to lack of staffing. It's so bad. /o\

In totally unrelated news, I had another detailed dream last night in which I and at least two of my fandom friends (possibly more, but definitely two that I remember) were renting a really shitty apartment somewhere in France. We had two roommates who I think were foreign students (foreign to France), one Chinese and the other from somewhere in the Middle East, I can't remember where. The rest of the building was also home to lots of young single Chinese people, probably students. I and my two fandom friends introduced them to some trendy TV show and got them hooked, so that everyone would crowd into our apartment to watch it when it aired and comment about it and talk about fan theories and the like. The TV was small, and looked like a model from the mid-1990s, and no one else in the apartment building appeared to own a TV, but the dream didn't take place in the past because I had a smart phone. It was mostly a fun dream except for one part that was very stressful: I was trying to show one of my fandom friends a Supernatural video (of Dean Winchester) on my phone, but she was impatient and felt I was taking too long, so she kept snatching the phone away from me and trying to type in the video URL herself. We had a brief argument about it: I felt it was rude to grab at people's property without permission, and she felt it wasn't rude to be more efficient than me at typing on a phone. "Type faster if you don't want me to do it!"

I keep meaning to get myself a notebook to write down my dreams. Maybe I should actually get around to doing that. :P