Is this what old age is about? Falling asleep at 8:30 and waking up at 4? Is this my life? Or is it my body just finally has had enough of my fucked up time zones and lack of sleep that it is rebelling? Because yes, I laid down on the bed to play with the cats at 8:30 last night and I was out like a fucking light. Gone, buh-bye.
Did all the errands yesterday. Went and got new floor mats for the car (wanted all weather ones since it will be raining here soon enough), candles because B has a slight candle problem, found a new travel bag that I really like, and just assorted shit. Went grocery shopping at 6:30 in the morning. That was enjoyable at least. No one in the store. Picked up enough food to last until my next road trip. Which supposedly will be Canada in a couple of weeks. Let's see how that goes.
Otherwise, didn't do much of anything yesterday. It was all functional activities. We went out for pizza last night. We liked the restaurant but the food and service were okay. It's a rock themed place kind of like Hard Rock but grittier. The ambience and vibe were fun but I guess they think that can take away from just okay food. Whatever.
Laundry today. Fun. Maybe a nap so I can actually stay awake past 8:30? FML.
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