Jun. 20: Trying again

Can I tell you something that happened that made me super duper mad? Of course I can? Thanks! 

I couldn't sleep the other night at 3am so I blogged on my iPad while laying in bed hoping to fall asleep at any second. Then I tried to make the post slightly interesting and I lost the whole thing.

Why did this make me mad? You are being very helpful today, so I'll tell you.

One. Because I lost it. (Stupid question gets stupid answer.)

Two. Because I tapped out the entire post with my fingers. I didn't use my keyboard because it was in the other room where I keep it buried under other technology that I once thought would be useful but has become totally unnecessary. Tapping lots of letters, as you probably know, takes FOR-FLIPPIN'-EVER.

Three. How did I lose the post? It's a mystery that haunts me to this day. I do know that I won't be using that piece-o'-shit Blog Press app again.

Four. Because I was still awake at 3am. This rarely happens because I take I'm Just This Side of a Crazy Person drugs. Sometimes when I drink caffeine in the late afternoon I will then have a hard time falling asleep. Sometimes I can't make my brain stop running and that keeps me from falling asleep. But when I tapped out that post the other night, none of those things had happened AND it was the third night in a row of insomnia AND I was sleep-depangry (you figger that one out).

Five. There is no five.

Six. It was probably one of the best posts I'd ever written. It would have undoubtedly gone viral because of its unprecedented use of correct grammar, spelling, and profanity, as well as its shockingly perfect level of profundity. Profanity-and-profundity are my favorite kinds of posts, though I admit I prefer the shockingly perfect profane to the shockingly perfect profound.

Seven. Six is a lie. The post sucked.

Eight. When I realized the post was gone, I was still wide awake but in no mood to re-create it. Grrr.

Nine. I finally got a decent night's sleep but can't remember anymore what my lost post was about. I do remember that I had just added these photos when it disappeared:

(...she says before she saves repeatedly, then goes to photo library with her fingers crossed...)

Yay!!! It worked! 

...and that's it, friends. The pointlessiest post ever.

Jen

(This post was tapped out on my iPad using the Blogger app, which is considerably less shitty than the Blog Press app. Still shitty, just less so.)

May 7: IDCEAYWTPFriday

Time again for I Don’t Care Enough About You to Write in Transitioning Paragraphs Friday.

• The all-over pain I usually have the week after chemo lasted an extra day this week. It sucked. It’s mostly gone now, though, and I’m feeling less hurt-y and just fatigued. I’m used to that. I can deal with that. The good thing is that I can leave the house without worrying that I will be unnecessarily mean to a perfectly nice person.
• My friend Stephanie is always awesome, but she was even more awesome this week. She invited Jack over for a play date with her son Jayson, one of his best buds since preschool, and brought a tasty dinner for us that night too. LOVING her.
• I spent a good chunk of yesterday processing volunteer applications for the school. I loves me some folk who follow directions. The others? Don’t get me started. They wear me out from all the nagging they make me do. Last night I actually had dreams about the friggin’ volunteer database. Somebody please tell me a good story, one about a life that has nothing to do with school or people who ignore rules or smelly kids or germs. Thank-ee.
• I couldn’t fall asleep until almost 4 a.m. last night/this morning. It might have something to do with all that Coke I drank in the evening. Or the meth.
• I like clear shower curtains because bad guys can’t hide behind them and scare me. However, since they don’t offer much in the way of privacy, I favor a frosted or printed variety—the light and bad guy shadows show through, but they’re less X-rated. However, I think this frosted shower curtain would scare the crap out of me every. single. day.

• My oncologist’s office just called to say my CT/PET scan results “look great.” They always say that, though, even when they know I have to do more chemo. Maybe to them, anything that shows a patient is still alive “looks great.” We’ll get more info on Tuesday afternoon, when we meet with Dr. O to decide what our next step will be. I hope it involves a lot less chemo and a lot more regrowth of hair.
• How much do you love your teen idol? This is the definition of too much.
• This morning I noticed that Jack’s fingernails were crazy-long, like Guinness Record Book-long. Is it bad that I wish he would bite them? At least then it wouldn’t seem like he has a negligent mother.
• Oh, and speaking of the trials of raising a boy, tomorrow we’re going shopping for Jack’s fifth pair of glasses in a year. Why so many? The kid leaves them where they can easily be stepped on… sometimes they get mangled when he crashes his bike... and most recently, he walked too close to a kid on the swings. Oh yes, we are raising a smart, observant boy. But at least he doesn’t bite his fingernails.

Gotta shower and head over to the school. Have a great weekend!