A Week Of Days.

I've been off-kilter all this week. To start with, I completely missed an appointment I had on Monday, thinking it was Sunday. I then called the next day, knowing full well it was Tuesday to cancel my appointment from Monday. They informed me that I had missed that appointment, so I had to cancel my next one as well on Wednesday. Part of the reason for this is because my brother's been home a few days during the week from work, taking advantage of his holidays. I don't plan my weekends around him, but my brain seemed to think that his presence made it a different day than it was.

When I wasn't sleeping well, I would stay up all night working on this and that, and over two years of living like that the days start to lose meaning. I would stay up all night, sleep all day and when I awoke again it would be supper time. It's most likely unhealthy for the mind and body to live like that, and that's where my responsibilities for making dinner came in. Realizing my mother wasn't really able to cook, and knowing I had plenty of time I took this opportunity to start making supper for the family. It gave me a sense of purpose as well as the option to be creative.

Now that I've gone back to work, I'm so tired at the end of a shift that my desire to go to bed at a reasonable hour is totally achievable. I get to that point where even the act of undressing is tedious and heavy, and I often flop down in my sheets still fully dressed. I've been up the past two nights because I forgot to take my medication, and that tends to keep me wired. I know that tomorrow, though with a five hour shift in the evening that I'll just want to come home and sleep. My leg has been very sore the past few days, today most of all. It's moved from the knee and the muscles and now feels like a deep bone ache. The feeling is like I've been hit in the hip and shin with a bat and this is the residual ache that would follow.

NinjaVideo.net, a website that I would watch my TV shows on as been canned. I won't bore you with the details, just read this.

I was hoping to make my first post of July something grand, but that's the thing with the thought process that goes into this blog.

There isn't one.

Therefore, if I haven't a clue in my head of what I want to talk about, then nothing gets talked about. There isn't a round table discussion, a team of writers at my back. Just my brain, and the funny things that occur to me. That reminds me, I went to the nearby Tim Horton's in Baden. They're notorious for screwing up orders. I was with my parents and I ordered a chicken salad sandwich on white. I got an egg salad sandwich on whole wheat. Now I like whole what, but egg salad doesn't do it for me. When I took it back to the cash to be corrected she apologized and said they were out of buns. What I should have done is returned the sandwich and taken my money back. This of course occurred to me when I was in the car on the way home. Instead I took the sandwich and ate two bites out of it. It remains sitting on my sofa behind me. I tried to look for a silver lining in all of this, so I joked with my dad that she got my order right she was just a few weeks too early with the chicken.

These past two years have been about finding a lot of silver linings.