The blues

This past week has been the most enormous waste of my time ever. Nothing on my to-do list got done. A huge list of people to email, laundry to do. My apartment needs to be cleaned before I leave for vacation because the BF is going to watch Black Kitty for me. I've eaten nothing but junk food. I've only gotten out of bed before noon once all week and that was for my volunteer shift.

Basically, all I have been doing is watching Supernatural and How I Met Your Mother on Netflix. I got free month when the BF and I went to see Skyfall a couple of weeks ago because I was hoping to watch Quantum of Solace again first. I watch Supernatural until I get too scared, then I watch How I Met Your Mother to make sure I can fall asleep. 

I haven't been to bed before 2am at all this week and that was only because I had to be up at 8am for volunteering. I am like a gigantic waste of space.

The only thing I have gotten done this week is book a ticket home, make arrangements for the BF to drop off Black Kitty for boarding when he leaves town for his parents, sort my laundry. I was actually up and ready to do my laundry today,  but somebody else was hogging the machine. I even left my stuff on it to make sure that I could do a load. And they put in more clothes anyway! I had to get to work so I couldn't wait for that one to finish. Besides, I shouldn't have to stalk the basement to do some laundry.

No real person's life is this good all the time -
even their bad stuff ends up good in the end.

The Netflix trial ends on Tuesday. As much as I want to continue it so I can keep watching Supernatural I probably won't because A)I'm cheap and 2) I don't like feeling like such a lump.  As much as I love tv - I really do love it too much - I also understand that it ends up making you feel bad about your own life.

I'm hoping I get out of this slump soon. I realize it came from Friday night ending kinda crap last week. Not really feeling 100% comfortable that night and wondering if I was the girlfriend in the too-tight-dress that all his co-workers are cutting to pieces in their heads or behind his back.

Stupidly, the "cure" for getting out of it, is to do something productive, so that I feel better about myself, and yet productivity is the last thing I have motivation for when I am like this.

I guess one other thing I managed to do was figure out Christmas gifts. It turns out I can use my credit card rewards points on amazon to pay for stuff or on the rewards website for gift cards. I bought 2 gifts before I realized this. But those are the only ones I'll spend real cash on, the rest is like getting them for free! Which at least makes me feel slightly more fiscally responsible. Since it's going to cost me $80 to board the cat, and about $90 to get home and back for Christmas.