Human Popsicle (Part 2)

If you follow me on Twitter you may have heard about my no good, terrible, terrible commute this morning. It all started like any other day: I ate my breakfast, caught up on the DVR and packed my lunch for the day ahead. I layered up for the 10-minute walk to the T in knee-high socks, sneakers, my jacket, a scarf, hat and wool mittens. Pretty standard for a quick walk to the T and some standing on a platform.

I had seen on Twitter that there was a delay too late to leave any earlier, so off I went. Turns out there were multiple 20-minute delays? Or something? I waited for an hour before I decided to go home and wait it out. While I waited, three trains went by: one empty train not taking passengers, and two that were so full no one could fit on them. And I usually have no trouble filling up tight spaces (that’s what she said).

In that situation, what do you do? How long do you wait in the freezing cold? How long before your health is in jeopardy? I waited an hour, and was literally the coldest I have ever been. I thought I was adequately bundled up, but my feet and legs were incredibly sluggish on the walk home after that wait, and I still feel like I can’t quite get warm almost 12 hours later. My fingers are still stiff as I type this.

All joking aside, this was seriously detrimental to my well-being. I always scoff as those people who sue others for mental distress or whatever, but I was seriously afraid to go back outside after work today. And if this happens again tomorrow, I honestly think I will burst into icicle-tears as the packed trains go by. And possibly never take the T again (in the winter, at least).

Mad props to my awesome BF who first warmed me up, and then drove me to work this morning after this terrible experience. See, the cold is even making me say things like “mad props.”

If you would like to read Human Popsicle (Part One) it is located here.

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I have been struggling with the Hollywood portion of our upcoming trip. Given the rapidity of our vacation, we only have one full day there. Just one! For someone obsessed with the goings-on of celebrities this is just not enough. How do we squeeze it all in?

Should we book a tour? Which tour? That crime scene tour doesn’t happen on Mondays?!? Do we want to see celebrities’ homes (or just bushes, like most of the reviews say)? Do we want to conduct our own tour and just drive to places we want to see? Should we go somewhere besides Hollywood? Can we make it to Dexter & Rita’s house in Long Beach? Torrance to see Sunndydale/West Beverly High? SO MANY QUESTIONS.

And this portion of the trip is all on me. Me, the girl who can never commit to a decision. Zut alors!

Originally, we were going to go to Universal Studios and then head to Hollywood to explore and maybe take a tour.

Then we were going to buy a joint pass to Universal and a Hollywood tour.

And then we were going to tour Paramount Studios, and then use our rental car to see whatever sites we wanted before heading to Hollywood Boulevard.

And then I decided we should just find places we want to go and go there.

Today I finally made an executive decision and booked a tour of Hollywood, including movie stars’ homes. Even if it is just their bushes, or maybe they have since moved to Calabasas, or they’re some D-lister who I’ve never heard of, I feel like this is something we have discussed since we booked the vacation. So we’re doing it.

Prior to that we are going to go to some other places we want to see (such as the La Brea Tar Pits, Rodeo Drive and The Grove), and after (and this is not actually booked yet so cross your fingers) we are going to see an improv show at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre (with Rob Huebel and Paul Scheer!). This leaves plenty of time in between planned things to squeeze in the unplanned things like following paparazzi to see a celebrity, or maybe venturing to Santa Monica.

BOOM.

One Year

Yesterday marked the one year point in my relationship with the BF. An entire year. Really? That quickly? It just seems unreal. And what a great year it has been.

Ways to Stay Awake When You Only Got Three Hours of Sleep:

1. Eat constantly
2. Drink water constantly
3. Get up and walk to the bathroom frequently
4. Lots of caffeine

So far, so good.

My Apologies for being MIA lately

Not that the three of you who read this really care that much. I know my posts are mostly random things I find online or lists of things that annoy me. Whatever.

I wish I could say that the reason for my absence is some huge life change or something – hopefully that will come at some point. The reality is that I’ve been really busy. As a result, my life feels really confusing because it has become so disorganized. So I’m going to spend some time reorganizing myself and then I’ll be back.

Back and better than ever (maybe).

Oh, the things I have to do at work…

I think it’s official

Food is what makes me sleepy in the afternoon.

Lately I have been having relatively light lunches (salads, one slice of pizza, turkey sandwiches), and have remained awake and alert throughout the day. Today I treated myself to a burrito, and I’m about ready to pass out.

This worries me because I’m pretty sure that means my body isn’t breaking stuff down appropriately. I shouldn’t literally be falling asleep at my desk because I had a big lunch, should I?

Pretty much felt like Kevin Costner’s character in Waterworld this morning while navigating my way through the ocean that was my bathroom/hallway this morning.

Seriously.

The BF went to the bathroom before coming to bed, and the toilet was running. No problem, sometimes it does that. Usually works itself out. But NO, no. It was running all night until I stumbled upon the disaster this morning hoping to get ready for work. Running, and filling the tank with water. And then overflowing. And then spilling water everywhere.

So of course I freak out. Try to figure out how to turn the water off. Jiggle the handle a little bit, and it stops. It just stops. And I’m left with a giant puddle about the size of myself to clean up. And it has seeped through the floor and into the downstairs apartment. Awesome.

So the maintenance guy comes and is all nonchalantly “well, you stopped the leak. That’s the important part. Keep soaking up the water with towels.” And the landlord calls me, and is all “OK, I’ll touch base with Maintenance Guy and we’ll take care of it.” So I went to work. And then came home hours later to everything exactly how I left it.

I spent about 2-2.5 hours using a wet vac to try to clean up some of the water, soaked literally all of my towels, and a roll of paper towels. Now that we’re close to the 24 hour mark, I can practically see the mold growing. So that’s fun.

Whatever, apparently not a big deal at all. What do I know about leaks and water damage? Nothing, that’s what.

I can’t wait until I own my own home and any problem is my responsibility to fix. Because I will actually fix things.

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Staying here on one of the stops of my upcoming vacation (which is months away - you will hear a lot about it).

I AM SO EXCITED.

Not only does this place looks super cool and retro, but stuff was filmed there! And I love that.

"Come on! I’ve got three more shrimpies left."

My BF