Well, this will be fun.
I was up until 4:30 Wednesday morning, until about an hour before I had to get up for work, actually. My sleep pattern was hopelessly thrown off by the long nap I took around 6:30 Tuesday night. Even after I sent in a draft of my next true crime piece to my editor at Frank, and wrote a blog post, I was still keyed up. So I spent time watching the last episode of "Keepers", the true crime series that Netflix debuted last month, and which they present so well.
I got up at my usual time and had an extra long shower. I took Patricia with me, and dropped her off at the Dickson Centre for an X-Ray requisition. She told me she was out of there by 7:55 so she killed some time at the Public Gardens before taking the bus to the Young Street Superstore. She got some food and then called me. I picked her up and drove her home before returning to work.
I got home around 5:15. We ordered a pizza. I started to doze off again during the news, but woke up in time to realize that Inner Space on the Space channel was a repeat, so we watched iZombie episodes on the PVR until we were caught up. Then, we got caught up on "Whose Line is it, Anyway?". I swear, any time I am in a bad mood, or tired, or irritable, or whatever, watching "Whose Line" puts a smile on my face. Absolutely adore the show. Nine empty years of my life were those in which the show was off the air.
It is now nearly 10pm. Work BBQ tomorrow. Party games. I have no idea what to expect.
See you guys tomorrow.