Another Insanely Captivating Story Where I Try To Make Something Out of Nothing

Hello world!  In case you didn't see the timestamp, I'm writing this at 1:45 in the morning on a Sunday.  I have church in the morning.  Dad told us we're going to the 9:45 service.  I hope I wake up on time.  I really haven't been making it to church as much as I should be.  It's one of those things that's sort of been getting lost in the shuffle.  Either I'm working during church; or I work the night before church, and then I sleep in when I'm supposed to be in church; or I didn't work but I sleep in without meaning to because of some reason or another.  I believe in God though.  I have a personal relationship with Jesus, we talk every night before I go to sleep.  It's a bit complicated though, and I don't really want to go into religion.

I was sick again today.  My diet for the past few days has consisted of 4 things: soup, bread, water, and Sprite (there was a Sierra Mist sprinkled in there too).  It hasn't been fun.  Today I was supposed to go to a Strategic Gaming Day for the History Club at SWIC.  I'm not really all that into strategic gaming, but it was a fundraiser for the club, and since I am the club's secretary, I probably should have been there if I was able to go.  I also had a group of friends who wanted me to come play hockey at some point during the day.  Turns out I wasn't able to do either.  My stomach was still bugging me, and last night I could only sleep in 90 minute intervals before my stomach woke me up.  Not a happy camper this morning.  So I notified both parties I couldn't make it.  Slept off and on, and finally woke up for good at about 11.  Then it was pretty much one of those "let's lay around the house not really doing much of anything" days.  Saw about 3 episodes of Law and Order.  And it wasn't one of the good Law and Order's either, it was Criminal Intent, which I don't think is too bad unless you compare it to the original or SVU.  I was extremely bored because my friends were either playing hockey, at the History Club event, at work, or not in the area.

Then at about 5, I got a call from work, asking if I could come in tonight.  I figured that wouldn't be a problem.  It'd give me something to do, maybe I can have lunch with my work friends, so I said yes, despite the fact that I'm feeling bad.  Then I had to worry about getting to work, because there wasn't a car at my house for me to drive (should've thought about that when I said yes).  I have numbers for 6 of my co-workers.  I knew three of them were working, one had worked earlier and probably wouldn't want to come back, and the fifth sometimes works overnights on Saturdays, so I figured he probably would be sleeping.  I called the sixth one, because he wasn't working and he lives about 5 minutes down the road.  He was in the middle of playing Guitar Hero when I got hold of him, and he said he could be at my house in about 10-15 minutes, which was fine since I needed to get dressed and all.  15 minutes rolls around, and he's not here, but my dad comes home to drop off his truck, should I need it at some point tonight.  So I call my friend, and he doesn't pick up, so I text him and say thanks anyway, but I have a ride.  He texts back, saying he was on his way because they called him in as well.  But I got the text after I had started towards work, so que sera sera.

Got to work at about 5:35 and it was a madhouse.  Saw that the person I was covering for was scheduled for a 6:30 lunch, which coincidentally was the same lunch time for my three friends who were already at work.  Yay.  But because I'm a good little worker bee, I asked my manager if I should take my lunch at that time, because I've never taken lunch within an hour of getting to work.  She told me to hold off until about 7:30 or 8.  I was bummed that I asked that question, but it probably was for the better, because there was some drama at the 6:30 lunch table.  Still, I was starving by the time 8 rolled around, and I wasn't sure if I could hold much down.  Plus, the only pair of clean pants I had are a waist size too big, so I keep thinking they're going to fall down on me.  So I clocked out and went to go get a belt, and my friend was there and I asked her about which belt I should get because I have little fashion sense whatsoever, and then we talked a bit.  Then I went to go buy some soup, because I did want to eat something.  My throat was killing me too, so the soup was good for me.

We didn't end up leaving the store until after 11, which really upset my friend that helped me pick out a belt.  She's got a new boyfriend, and they were supposed to hang out after she got off, and she wasn't too happy about the delay.  Then she and her bff left, and I ended up giving a ride to my friend who I'm discussing getting an apartment with, and then we just sat in his driveway talking for about half an hour.  Silly stuff, really, nothing earthshaking enough that I should put online.  And then I got home, and my sister and I spent the next hour switching between Fresh Prince of Bel Air and How I Met Your Mother.  My day was full of interesting things to write about.

I probably should at some point stop referring to people as "my friend" or "he" & "she," but I mean, for right now I probably shouldn't post people's names online without their permission.  I mean, Facebook is one thing, but at least there there are some safeguards against the entire world learning about them.  Once I get people's permission I might going into a little more detail about them, but for right now you'll have to deal with silhouettes.  Hope you're okay with that.  Heck, it doesn't matter if you're okay with that, because I'm the one writing here.  Anyway, my bed beckons, so thank you for your time, you've been a wonderful audience, good night and God bless.