Mission: Daily Drudge

Having just come in from the cold, dreary outside, I want nothing more than to jump into bed and drown in my down comforter, topped with an 80's style fuzzy comforter.  I want to cuddle up with JJ & Boo-Bear and catch up on some Real World/Road Rules Challenge: The Ruins nonsense.  I want to fall asleep with the space heater on and wake up tomorrow morning with the sheets on the floor and me gently perspiring from the continuous heat and thinking for a hot second (PUN!) that it's summer again.

JJ hanging out on the fuzzy comforter while Boo-Bear looks on.

But then I remember that I'm wearing make-up and at the ripe old age of 24, I definitely cannot risk fine lines and wrinkles and plus, I still have to brush my teeth.  I remember that I still have to pack a lunch for tomorrow.  I remember the reason I have a space heater in my room in the first place is because we're trying to keep our gas bill as low as possible in this pathetic economy and I remember that I can only, in good conscience, keep my heater on for 2 hours max.  I remember that the cable to my TV crumbled before my very eyes over the weekend and I am now a proud owner of a cable-less TV.  I remember that cable or not, I don't have a digital cable box up in my room anyway, and any channel above 44 is a flurry of TV static, and since RW/RR Challenge is on channel 53, well dagnabbit.  And finally, I remember that I promised myself to post every single day and I cannot do that from the comfort of my bed because I own a 6 year old, grumbling desktop that I obstinately refuse to trade-in or give up on because he has served me well all throughout college. Oh, the memories.

So, off to get the lunch ready, wash my face, brush my teeth.  Off to throw on my favorite hoodie and some fuzzy socks.  Off to Hulu my shows on my trusty dinosaur-ific desktop and hey, since I'm here, off to blog about my simple woes. 


MISSION: ACCOMPLISHED...sigh.


PS: Yes, I am 24 and yes, I still have stuffed animals on my bed.  They were both from my boyfriend and I refuse to stuff them in a closet or on a shelf.  They'd get cold and/or lonely.  Piss off.