It’s Christmas time. Which means I am generally a crazy person. In addition to still having school and therapy, and a stressed out senior taking finals, I have to plan multiple big meals, run a bunch of errands for gifty details and food, plan on being gone so the maid can come because she can’t come during a single time I actually need to be gone, and then keep the house clean with a husband, teenager, 4 year-old and dog for the next week.
I got a new iPhone. Usually I like stuff like that. This one has been a hassle from the beginning. My salesperson had a good heart but a peabrain. The guidance I got at the apple store was inadequate. So I have spent the last week installing new versions of iTunes on my computer, wiping the phone, trying to sync, looking up answers and then installing what I need manually for the day until I get it figured out.
I have music on my phone. A lot of music. I want it over the holiday because we are having a little dinner party, then Christmas Eve, then Christmas dinner at our house. Because iPhone and computer appear to be mortal enemies, I am now manually downloading all 1,000 songs I want from the cloud. (Shakes fist at cloud) I liked when the cloud didn’t steal your stuff.
While school is still happening, it is not a full schedule. So I’ve had to cancel the 2 hair appointments I had this week so I’m not a haggard mess when I honor baby Jesus. I bought a box of Nice ‘n Easy. Put it on my head today. The color freaked me out once it was on my head, and so I got in the shower after 20 minutes and washed it out. It’s not bad. It’s not great, either. And you can still see my roots. This is why I don’t use the box. When you start going gray at 22 you need a professional to manage that shit. And it stinks. So now I smell bad. If I’d had a spray tan today, I’m sure I’d be able to knock someone out in a small room. I gave myself a headache just driving around in my car.
I’m supposed to go to a concert tonight. And I don’t have time for that, but I want to see the friend with whom I’m going. So I’m going to go, and I’m going to meet my friend at a nice bar, and we will eat (unless she loses her appetite because stank hair) and I will stay for the opening act. If I make it that long. If home doesn’t call me and give me an instant ulcer because it’s a freakout session here.
And I keep forgetting stuff. There’s so much to do, that I literally cannot remember all of it. And things pop into my head and I mean to write them down, but when I get to my phone or my lists I can’t remember what I was supposed to write down.
My husband told me to pick up the dog poop. But I’m going to let him take care of that, I think.