Sleep...

I had my 19 year-old cousin sleep, D, over at my place last night because today we had a graduation to go to for our other cousin at USC (so proud of you, E!). We stayed up until 3:00 a.m. watching "Pride and Prejudice". :) It never gets old....

But this sleepover made me realize something about myself: I like my own space. I don't know what my husband would say, if I were to get married. I think I would want my own bed, in my own room. I don't do so well with other people sleeping near me. My cousin slept on my (pooey evil) bed, while I was in my usual spot on the floor. Why, you ask? 2 herniated discs. The bed is evil, I tell you. It looks so inviting and coaxes me to lay down, rest my weary head. And then, it sucks me in, and makes a mess of my back, and laughs at me, with no mercy.

I warned my cousin about my sleeping "routine": I sleep on the ground for 4 hours, after which I wake up in immense pain. I get up, very slowly (I think I timed it one time: 12 minutes), make my way to my desk and eat my half peanut butter sandwich and take my meds. Then, a bathroom run (um, more like a crawl), and then I sit in my office chair, tilt it back, and prop my feet up on my bed for about another 4-6 hours of sleep.

My cousin made me crack up when she said, "Oh, okay. So if I wake up and see you crawling around, I shouldn't freak out that it's a paranormal activity, huh?"

Gotta love my cousin.

But as much as I love her (really, D, I love you to death), I didn't sleep much. I think I might have slept for about an hour or two after I woke up and relocated to my chair. By the way... I only use my bed to prop up my feet on the bottom left corner. So... on a queen sized bed, why do my cousin's feet have to be in that bottom left corner when I relocate? I'm just wondering... that's all.

I ended up not going to my other cousin's graduation at USC. I forgot that that would require me to walk. Which is something I'm not really good at right now. And I am reminded of my injury every moment of my waking (and sleeping!) hours. So what in tarnation would make me think that I could endure sitting through traffic to get to the university, look for parking (mind you, this is a very big school with many different departments' graduations), walk through a parking structure, across a busy street, through the campus, sit through the speeches, wade through the thousands of people to find my cousin, stand to take pictures, walk back across campus and the street to the parking structure to the car to the next celebration location... you get the picture, right?

I had convinced myself up until the last night that I was going to attend the graduation today.

I must be delusional.

I treated myself to some Starbuck's iced Americano, in case you're wondering why I'm not napping and rambling on and on....

Whew....

It's a lot of work, keeping up with a blog. Mostly because I keep forgetting that I have one. Which doesn't make sense because every other minute, I'm thinking to myself, "This would be great to post on my blog!" Or, "How can I make this situation interesting enough to post on my blog?"

Only thing is... I now don't remember what those things are.

Meh.

Bazinga!

Beep beep!

I've been dreading going to the store to run my errands because it takes so much effort to walk around the store (pooey on my 2 herniated discs). It takes a lot out of me, even though I'm taking my time, leaning on the shopping cart, etc. Plus, it doesn't help that I get so easily distracted - I know what's down each aisle, but... I still feel the need to look at everything.

Yesterday, I finally went to Target with my friend. Oh, how I love that store. Oh, how I had missed that store!

I was a bit worried how I was going to get around the store.... until I saw a woman parking an electric scooter with a basket in the front.

Yippee!! Have you ever tried navigating a scooter? It takes some time to get used to driving those things around....! Well, I guess it doesn't help that I had taken my meds before going to the store.

Hehehehe.....

Sorry, Target, for the mess on aisle 4. Really, I didn't know how to stop my scooter from running into the boxes of Kleenex. Really. I couldn't... stop. Muahahahaha!! :)