Super Klutz Mode
Dec. 19th, 2005 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yolenSo, I fell asleep on the sofa Saturday night around 11:00 pm after a few minutes of reading "Memoirs of a Geisha" (such an excellent book!), fings was playing his Star Wars video game. Around midnight my sweetie woke me up and I blearily followed him into bed, whereupon I fell back to sleep almost instantly. After sleeping crappily every night since last Sunday (and working overtime Thursday and Friday, bleah) I was very grateful that I got a good rest on Friday night and was hoping for the same for Saturday night. So, woke up at 3:30 am to answer the call of nature, and went back to bed. Then I woke up about an hour later and I wasn't able to fall back asleep until 8am. It totally sucked. I spent most of the time reading "Memoirs of a Geisha" while eating jellybeans (I <3 Jelly Belly). There were 2 attempts between 4:30 & 8 to get back to sleep, but to no avail. I was so frustrated and pissed off. I mean, it's one thing if there is something actually preventing you from sleeping like a crying baby or a huge headache, it's another to lie there and want to cry from the desire to rest and the ability to do so not matching for whatever stupid reason that isn't apparent. A couple of hours after falling asleep, I almost had a heart attack when the phone rang at around 10am. The alarm was set to go off in about 15 minutes anyway, but I really hate being woken up by the phone when in a deep sleep, it's very jarring and my mind flies to the panicky assumption that someone is calling with bad news before I even get a chance to defog my brain from sleep. Bleah. It was Fings' brother calling about what to get their mom for Christmas (apparently she is even harder than my mom to shop for, I feel for them, I really do). So, I lolled in bed for a little bit, still tired but not terribly so and I finally got up to make some breakfast.
Before I managed to get back to sleep around 8am, I was very hungry and daydreaming about yummy fried potatos. I decided to make some for breakfast along with some scrambled eggs (I was being bad, and didn't give a damn, my body was demanding comfort food, missing gallbladder be damned). All was going well, until I left the stovetop unattended so I could wash something in the sink. I screamed when I got back to the stove, cause the paper towel I had placed in a bowl to soak up the grease from the potatos once they were done had caught fire (I didn't smell anything till I got to the stove, I hate my dull sense of smell sometimes..of course, now and then it's come in handy!).fings ran in to see what was wrong, but fortunately the fire remained contained in the ceramic bowl (thank goodness), though he poured some water on there for good measure. Right, so, disaster averted. The potatos were almost done so I decided to start on the scrambled eggs, managed to get about 3 out of the brand new package when it slipped out of my hand and went flying right over by the paper shredder. Did I feel like such a jerk! Fings came in and cleaned up most of the mess while I scrambled the eggs that didn't get hurled on the floor (I'd already started cooking them) and he joked about it mostly cause I'm sure he could tell I was about to cry from feeling so stupid. I managed to finish cooking the eggs without any further catastrophe, though I did manage to have a piece of the paper shredder fall off while I was wiping it clean. At least it wasn't broken for good or anything. By this point, I felt like I needed to sit down and not get off the sofa for several hours lest I trip on a piece of lint and bust my crappy ankle, or something equally dumb. The most klutzy thing that happened after that was one of my bracelets getting a little tangled in Fings' hair while I was giving him a hug. At that point we both had a good chuckle as I kept my arm still and allowed him to carefully remove my bracelet/hand from out of his hair so I would not take a good hank of hair with me if I did it myself. I can get into klutzy periods every now and then (as I warned Fings when we started dating), but this was a new record for me! Absolutely ridiculous. I guess my coordination and such were particularly off because of being overtired, I felt a lot better after taking a nap on the sofa (after we saw the movie "Blackrobe", which was really good). Thank goodness I got better sleep last night (thanks to using an OTC sleeping aid and setting 2 alarms so as to alleviate my subconscious fear of sleeping over the alarm and being terribly late to work and then getting fired from this job that is kind of crappy, but I really need it for the time being....god, anxiety is the pits!!!), and the there is a new batch of eggs at my sweetie's place.
And for the record, the fried potatos were damn good (used Adobo & Mrs. Dash on that, yo) and so were the entirely too much garlic mashed potatos I made later on that day. I think carbs are good for treating super-klutzineess :P.
Edit: Oh, I also spilled a bunch of water on the floor in front of the sink while doing dishes, sometime before getting my bracelet tangled infings' hair. Jeez.
fings was playing his Star Wars video game. Around midnight my sweetie woke me up and I blearily followed him into bed, whereupon I fell back to sleep almost instantly. After sleeping crappily every night since last Sunday (and working overtime Thursday and Friday, bleah) I was very grateful that I got a good rest on Friday night and was hoping for the same for Saturday night. So, woke up at 3:30 am to answer the call of nature, and went back to bed. Then I woke up about an hour later and I wasn't able to fall back asleep until 8am. It totally sucked. I spent most of the time reading "Memoirs of a Geisha" while eating jellybeans (I <3 Jelly Belly). There were 2 attempts between 4:30 & 8 to get back to sleep, but to no avail. I was so frustrated and pissed off. I mean, it's one thing if there is something actually preventing you from sleeping like a crying baby or a huge headache, it's another to lie there and want to cry from the desire to rest and the ability to do so not matching for whatever stupid reason that isn't apparent. A couple of hours after falling asleep, I almost had a heart attack when the phone rang at around 10am. The alarm was set to go off in about 15 minutes anyway, but I really hate being woken up by the phone when in a deep sleep, it's very jarring and my mind flies to the panicky assumption that someone is calling with bad news before I even get a chance to defog my brain from sleep. Bleah. It was Fings' brother calling about what to get their mom for Christmas (apparently she is even harder than my mom to shop for, I feel for them, I really do). So, I lolled in bed for a little bit, still tired but not terribly so and I finally got up to make some breakfast.Before I managed to get back to sleep around 8am, I was very hungry and daydreaming about yummy fried potatos. I decided to make some for breakfast along with some scrambled eggs (I was being bad, and didn't give a damn, my body was demanding comfort food, missing gallbladder be damned). All was going well, until I left the stovetop unattended so I could wash something in the sink. I screamed when I got back to the stove, cause the paper towel I had placed in a bowl to soak up the grease from the potatos once they were done had caught fire (I didn't smell anything till I got to the stove, I hate my dull sense of smell sometimes..of course, now and then it's come in handy!).
fings ran in to see what was wrong, but fortunately the fire remained contained in the ceramic bowl (thank goodness), though he poured some water on there for good measure. Right, so, disaster averted. The potatos were almost done so I decided to start on the scrambled eggs, managed to get about 3 out of the brand new package when it slipped out of my hand and went flying right over by the paper shredder. Did I feel like such a jerk! Fings came in and cleaned up most of the mess while I scrambled the eggs that didn't get hurled on the floor (I'd already started cooking them) and he joked about it mostly cause I'm sure he could tell I was about to cry from feeling so stupid. I managed to finish cooking the eggs without any further catastrophe, though I did manage to have a piece of the paper shredder fall off while I was wiping it clean. At least it wasn't broken for good or anything. By this point, I felt like I needed to sit down and not get off the sofa for several hours lest I trip on a piece of lint and bust my crappy ankle, or something equally dumb. The most klutzy thing that happened after that was one of my bracelets getting a little tangled in Fings' hair while I was giving him a hug. At that point we both had a good chuckle as I kept my arm still and allowed him to carefully remove my bracelet/hand from out of his hair so I would not take a good hank of hair with me if I did it myself. I can get into klutzy periods every now and then (as I warned Fings when we started dating), but this was a new record for me! Absolutely ridiculous. I guess my coordination and such were particularly off because of being overtired, I felt a lot better after taking a nap on the sofa (after we saw the movie "Blackrobe", which was really good). Thank goodness I got better sleep last night (thanks to using an OTC sleeping aid and setting 2 alarms so as to alleviate my subconscious fear of sleeping over the alarm and being terribly late to work and then getting fired from this job that is kind of crappy, but I really need it for the time being....god, anxiety is the pits!!!), and the there is a new batch of eggs at my sweetie's place.And for the record, the fried potatos were damn good (used Adobo & Mrs. Dash on that, yo) and so were the entirely too much garlic mashed potatos I made later on that day. I think carbs are good for treating super-klutzineess :P.
Edit: Oh, I also spilled a bunch of water on the floor in front of the sink while doing dishes, sometime before getting my bracelet tangled in
fings' hair. Jeez.
