Trying to catch up...

Oh, my abs are going to hate me in the morning. I got all the way through my workout video. I skipped an hour of overtime to do it.


I woke up last Saturday sans voice. Coughing and generally feeling bad. A teeny tiny bug turned me into a newt!
A newt?
I got better.
Sorry, horrible Monty Python quote. I'm feeling silly. *Ahem* Anyways, I fell behind in my huge list of things to do:
Research new apartments- map out potentials, rough estimate of taxes, open the scary envelope (from a school I applied to), some shopping, workout video, write something, potential haircut/color, call cousin-set up visit ideas, figure out schedule to allow seeing my gals, let parents know you're alive, study, eat better, check out second jobs, clean. The blues are still to do, lol. I did 50+ hours of work on top of it all.
Since I was couch-ridden, I found out Showtime was offering a free preview. I found a comedy, Zerophilia, and snuggled in. If you get a chance, watch it. The synopsis does not do it justice. I felt like a perv for enjoying it because it's teens (but cute ones!), but felt better because I understood a lot of the underlying angsts. Then I laughed at myself because it's a fake condition, but I wished I had it. Then I'd have a reason for not fitting the norms of my gender, some of my oddness and views on sex.
All week, I have been confusing people at work. Between walking in a "total girl" (makeup, jewelry, heels, tighter clothes), and wearing "my boyfriend's shirt" and jeans (aka, an old shirt that is now too big and gym shoes), people are wondering what the heck I was doing on vacation.
I may be having too much fun messing with their heads.
Now, I have a few more things to add to the list. And I have a movie scene in my head (not from the one above), that I am trying to place. Hopefully the parents have a copy. I thought three weeks off would help clear my head. I'm realizing I have selective memory. It was more profound after reading a story online.
I can write fiction with kernels of truth or inspiration. The author was able to not only capture important details, but harness emotions attached to it after a fair amount of time.
I'm envious. My head can't travel back so distinctly, anything that happens after that moment colors or re-writes some part to where the memory is no longer true or even recognizable. I can recall small bits, but mix up timelines, people, places, etc. I doubt I could tell you what I did on a single day of my vacation and not mix it with another day. To have something so important to actually remember it... makes me want to figure out why that movie scene is in my head. Maybe there's something in that movie that I need to see, to remember something, learn something, do something... or it's just a scene.
But, it has to be lower on the list.
I have a test to study for. The job may not exist anymore, but knowledge is a gift unto itself.
Besides, I should be visiting my cousin in her last trimester... Just in case she starts having pain, I won't freak out.
As one of you put it, it's a shame that I'm a self-rescuing princess. And I am still waiting to collect on kicking your butt at changing a tire!