Such a good excuse.

So, Friday afternoon, my dad called me an innocently asked, "are you coming to the premier tonight with me and mom?"

What?

Evidently my classmate's older sister, Scottie Thompson, is starring in Skyline. I'm not generally a big sci-fi thriller fan, but I am a Thompson fan, so we all went. Luckily for me, my classmate/Scottie's sister was there, so I did have someone I sort of knew to talk to for a bit. Later some of her friends, who I didn't know, showed up, but this happened around the same time that I got to talking with a teacher from middle school, so I didn't even have to go be shy. I would have liked to meet them, but having a solid excuse (conversation in progress, also had trouble locating their table in the crowd) was a little bit of a relief.

We got home around 10:30 and I immediately lost my purse (forgot that I had taken it off and left it on the floor of the car, where it blended in rather well) and spent about thirty minutes wandering around the house looking for it before going to take care of Augie. By the way, I'm house sitting again, this time for one of my many aunts. I took Augie for a walk/run around the development and then sat on the sofa drinking Kahlua on the rocks and listening to NPR and writing and reading some magazine about living in California.

Amazingly, her sofa bed is beautifully comfortable. This may have something to do with the memory foam mattress pad and the feather pillows and down comforter. Just a hunch. I am tempted to try to move in. Anyway, I was in bed by 12:30-1 am.

I am having a hard time remembering what I did two nights ago, but I don't think I was up extremely late. Last night I watched Sherlock and did some cleaning up in the basement and removed some old books from my room/worked to make my end-of-the-bed bookcase more reasonable, and read a little bit. Bedtime: around 1 or 1:10. I Think I should start shooting for midnight instead of 1.

I have no regrets.

I planned to go home just long enough to eat dinner, say hi, get some family time in, walk the dog, and then leave. I really couldn't stand just sitting there and watching TCM though, and I was determined not to screw around online, and I'm not really reading anything at the moment, so I decided to get going on a project I've been planning for a long time now: make space on my dad's beside-the-bed bookcase for his wheelchair charger. As it has been, the charger has been by the door, demanding that the wheelchair has to be parked at the end of the bed at night and thus blocking my mom's route out of the room. Now, not only have I moved the charger, but I have also replaced the terrible little chair that was holding my dad's room phone and alarm clock and stack of "nighttime reading" books with an old piano bench that's been sitting around and getting in the way for years. And we went through every shelf of the eight-foot-high bookcase and got rid of at least sixty books. It's okay, you can say it. I am a beast.

Needless to say, this all really cut into my planned bath time. But I have decided this: screw it. I am taking my bubble bath with my book and I am sleeping in as late as I want, and then I am walking the dog and then going to work. I have earned it.


Edit:
Bedtime: 3:30 am

I was actually being relatively good at first.

The day flew by, honestly. After church I went to Kelly and Maggie's to play Little Big Planet, shortly thereafter Kelly and I met the mentoring crew for bowling, and then Kelly, Jr, David and I all had dinner at Denny's. The food was not awesome, but it was nice to hang out. Thanks to daylight savings, it felt much later than 8pm when we left. I hung out "housesitting" for a while, went home to walk Miley, came back here and it was already just about midnight.

The point is, I was in bed by 1! Unfortunately, a few minutes later I realized that I only had a few hours left to get these discount awesomeness vouchers that I want to give to my mom and sister. I got up and made sure i had enough money and bought them, but then it was nearly two. Bedtime--roughly 2am I guess. I don't remember checking my phone right before I went back to bed.

Last night I came to feed the dog and cat, and ended up talking to Sara on gchat for ages, ages. Nearly four hours. I am hoping it will come to have been a productive conversation. At home my parents were watching some terrible-looking show when I got there around 10, so I put on Harry Potter (#1) while I had dinner, not planning to watch much of it. Usually I wander off when movies are on at home, whether I put them on or not. I watched through Harry's intro to quiddich with Oliver(?) Wood, then walked Miley, then came home and packed some stuff/played dress up (this seems to be a recurring habit lately) before coming back over to Sara's parents' house to go to bed. Bed time: about 1:30 am.

Well,

But my mom and I built a fire and watched Order of the Phoenix and ate too much ice cream, and I walked the dog and viewed Victoria and Jesse's engagement photos (the few that are up are really wonderful), and talked to Lindsey about life and a mutual friend/acquaintance. Then, I must admit, I just sort of sat around for a while. Bedtime: 2:15 am.

I wasn't actually really planning to sleep early tonight

Because I am house/pet sitting, and knew that I'd have to walk Miley at home before coming back here to chill with the kitty and dog-dog. (Those are given nicknames--I am not making up baby talk for a blog.) Still, instead of going to sleep in the middle of the night like a normal person, I have been sitting in the living room lamenting my empty bar glass of Baileys on the rocks, listening to http://www.grooveshark.com/, and reading comments on the latest entry at http://www.misplacedmama.blogsome.com/. If you have strong opinions about homeschooling, you might be interested in heading over there. Then again, you might be interested in staying away. She and her husband homeschool their two daughters. Projected bedtime: 1:30-1:45. I hope.