Do Nothing Friday

Do Nothing Friday

I have no idea where the day went. I had breakfast and watched a few of my DVR’d shows. I was saving the last Bones episode for watching during the day because it had to do with Palant, an evil genius that caused Brennan and the lab much pain. It turned out it had the makings of the serial killer but nothing to do with him because he was dead. Really dead. I was grateful not to see his smug face until the end of the episode where he says “I am dead but still live on in digital format”. What a creep. I have no idea if that was the season’s ending or not. It had Brennan and Booth resigning but Angela and Hodgins staying so it will make for an exciting season 11!

I then watched my favorite crime show, Rizzoli and Isles. I love Sasha Alexander and Angie Harmon. The two make the show as hot as it is. It was exciting to see the episodes. I wanted to watch more but it got really muggy in the living room and I had to retreat into my room before I melted. I found that there was a show that Mary Chapin Carpenter is taped on. It is a repeat and I am glad because I only caught the first few minutes of it the first go round. Someone had changed the channel right when it recorded. The person who did this (my mother) refuses to acknowledge she did this but I know better. So I am glad it recorded. I will watch it later when I am cold and need to be warmed up.

I made coffee and enjoyed it. Now I am feeling depressed because I used the last of my borrowed cream and won’t be able to get more until Monday. I will be getting my blood work done in the morning. If I time it right, maybe I will have some Thai food for lunch. I got to find out when the restaurant opens.

My writing partner wrote to me last night. I don’t know why I keep calling her that as our association has faltered over the last few months. She hardly writes to me any more since she got married. But she did last night to say she finished a book and has a rough draft that she is giving people to read for feedback and such. I am envious of her work. I have nothing to show for the time I have spent writing except for this blog. I really should start writing something for my book. Only problem is I have no clue what to write. Sure I was thinking about my first manic episode that was sort of psychotic in nature but there are so many details I don’t know if I can capture it all and be coherent. I have to think about this a little more.

My mother called and asked where I was and why I haven’t gone out. Are you kidding me?? I really can’t go out because my ankle is still kind of sore from all the walking I did yesterday. And I am kind of still sleepy. I really don’t want to do a damn thing today. I had a bowl of cereal for breakfast and one graham cracker for lunch. I don’t have much appetite since I drank the coffee. It always kills my appetite. I hate when my mother calls looking for me. I fucking hate it. You would think that I am a kid or something. She thinks that because she can go out (three houses down the street to her sister’s) I should be able to do the same. Fuck that. I will stay where I am nice and comfortable, on my bed with my laptop in an air conditioned room.

I am starting to get cold feet about this class that I want to take a week from Monday. I am wondering if it will be worth the $65, if I will actually learn something from this, or if I just will be wasting my money and time. That is, of course, if there are still seats available. I got nothing better to do on a Monday night so why not try and take this class. If I do like this class, I might consider becoming a member. If you are a member, you get ten dollars off classes. Not much but when you are low budget, it helps.

A hockey player is following me on Twitter. I feel like tweeting him to tell him I am not a fan of hockey, at all. I only follow the sport when my friends post on FB or Twitter. I think it is a plea to get more followers, which I don’t buy. I hardly follow back someone that follows me, unless I know them or they have made contact with me in someway, like a RT or a tweet back. There are a LOT of people that follow me and when I look them up they appear to be bots or those that just want a follow back. Then my follower numbers go down because their account disappears. Oh well. I had to mute one of my CES friends because she showed a disturbing photo. Now I can’t get the image out of my head. I won’t describe it as it was horrible. I don’t get why people have to post that stuff on social media. It’s bad enough the news posts shit like that but for individual accounts to show it, it’s just horrible.

Monday, my therapist will be back and I have an appointment with her that afternoon, the first of three that week. I don’t know what possessed me to say yes to the times she had available. I was expecting her to pick one and then she said “I’m writing that down”. Fucking idiot I am. I am sure it will be fine though. I just hope I am awake when I talk to her on Thursday morning. We do have a lot of stuff to catch up on. I don’t think I will be sending her the letter I wrote. It was during my hypo days earlier this week and is quite lengthy. I don’t feel so great anymore. I finally was able to read some Harry Potter last night. It was the first time I read all week. I find that when I am in between mood states, my reading isn’t as bad. I am feel a bit depressed, but not overwhelmingly so. I wish my mother didn’t call me. It just makes me feel bad that I can’t go out because I am in pain. I didn’t tell her that. She doesn’t understand about rest days, which is why she is in pain so much. She never rests unless the pain gets wicked out of control. I used to be like that but I can’t be like that anymore. If I am hurting, I stop. But it depresses me nonetheless. I got a call from my insurance last night. It was after six when I got the call. I didn’t recognize the number so I didn’t pick up. Then someone from Newbury College called me three times. My phone never rings and last night it was off the hook. So much for snoozing before the game.