What a weird day.

Today was rather lovely. Weird, but good. I got to work at 8:30, as usual, and the two people who were already there had just stepped outside and sat down on the curb as I got out of my car. They told me that the power was out on the whole block, and then some, including the Denny's that's in the parking lot, the McDonald's across the street, and the street light there at the intersection. So once everyone got to work and we discussed it (Leslie, who gets there earlier than everyone else most days, had found out that it'd be at least two hours before the power came back on). After talking about it, we all decided to go to breakfast at a Village Inn down Academy a bit. Well, one person didn't go (psh), but the rest of us went. It was lots of fun. We got back and someone who works in a store near ours said that it'd be eight hours before the power came back on. So we called the manager (who hadn't gone to breakfast) and he said we could all disperse. A few of us went to one guy's apartment (well, actually two of them live there), and we watched an episode of The Office and then the movie Serenity (which was...not amazing, but entertaining enough. A little weird, but that was expected).

I did end up going back for a couple of hours, because the power came back on, but yeah. What a weird day. What a weird week this is.

And now I'm seriously looking into flights to go back to ND for the first home game. Ahhh I'm so excited. Now it looks like all five of us (me, Caitlin, Katherine, Julie, and Bethany) might actually be going! The middle three are definites, and I'm just about a definite, and I think Bethany is close to it. I can get roundtrip airfare for $216, and there are two flights I'm considering from DEN-ORD and back. One leaves Thursday night (Sept. 4th) at like 6, which would mean leaving work early, so I'm not sure if I want to do that. The other is early early Friday morning, well, leaves at 8:30 or so but that means leaving here by 5 at the latest. Either way I can get a flight back on Sunday night, leaving Chicago at like 8pm and getting in here at 9:20pm or so. Here being Denver, obviously. So...I'm pretty excited. And it looks like there's a good chance I'll even have a ticket to the game. We were thinking we might just have to watch it at the Backer, worst comes to worst. But yeah. Sweet! And the best part is, well depending on how things go, I could go to the 10am Mass at the Basilica that Sunday! Ah it'd be lovely. I'm so excited at the prospect of going. Mostly to see my friends, really. The games are exciting enough to watch on TV, but it'll be great to experience the whole atmosphere too, with my wonderful friends. And the Backer! Oh, how I miss the Backer. Such good times.

But I have to make sure that it's ok for me to take off that Friday, which I'll do tomorrow, and then hope that either of those good cheapish flights are still available tomorrow. I've been checking periodically for at least the last week or so, and there have been workable flights the whole time, so hopefully I'll be ok -- but you never know.

Anyway.

Crazy to think that that's only a little over a month away...The weekend before that is the first Air Force game, which I'm going to (yay football! Even if I don't particularly give a hoot about Air Force...), and then that, and then the next weekend is my birthday. Which happens to be on a Sunday this year, which means I'm most definitely going to Holy Ghost that day. Triumph of the Cross and my birthday? How often does that happen? Ok every year. But it's not on a Sunday every year! And then September is half over and it's practically October which means practically November which means it's practically Christmas already! Haha. But yeah. See, things are looking good now that July is almost done. I'm just not a fan of July. Not that anything bad has happened, but I just don't like it.

Know what else? My blister is pretty gnarly-looking. Doesn't feel too great either. But only when I try to, you know, walk and stuff. (Nah, it's really been mostly ok the last two days with a bandaid on it, I can walk almost normally most of the time. But when I take it off it hurts more, for some reason. I should probably be taking better care of it. Oh well. Haha. It'll heal.

I officially have health insurance again, come August 1. So that's good. If my blister gets infected I can go get it taken care of. I'm generally pretty healthy and don't often have a need for my health insurance, but it'll feel good to have some again. I've been living dangerously these past two months. Haha. Yeah. Anyway.

There's officially a mouse in our family room again. We had a few back at Christmastime, I think it was. Some mouse traps took care of that. But they're back again, or at least one is. Mom thought she heard something the other night, but then we couldn't hear it again. And today when I came home after we had breakfast and such, I was sitting in the family room and heard a definite scratching. Twice. The first time I went over there, didn't see anything. The second time, I moved a fan we have back in the corner, and I definitely saw something tiny and grey scurry out of sight. So there's a trap back there now. I just heard it again. Didn't see it. I think it's behind the filing cabinet, which is pretty close to the wall, so it must be a teeny mouse (obviously they're all small and good at fitting into tiny spaces, but yeah). Ick. I wonder which would bother me more -- a cockroach on my foot, or a mouse running over my foot...I've already experienced one, and it was probably pretty gross at the time but it doesn't give me the willies now just thinking about it. Had it been a spider, oh man would it still give me the willies. A mouse would probably bother me more because there's the slight potential it could bite. I doubt it would, but you just never know.

Enough about that. Know what? Sometimes I still harbor these thoughts about becoming a semi-famous (or not even all that famous) writer. There's only two problems with this: I'm not good enough a writer to become any more famous than this blog already is (what with my five or so almost-semi-dedicated readers), and I have no way really to get on anyone's radar. So. Something of a problem, which means I'll just be one of those thousands upon thousands upon millions who sort of dream in their less rational moments about writing for fun, and maybe getting paid for it. (Plus there's the fact that I can never get over my insecurity enough to acknowledge that anything I write is any good to anyone other than my parents...or even if it's decent, it's nothing anyone wants to read about anyway.)

Anyway.

I'm in such a good mood tonight. Maybe I can get to bed early. I've almost been doing well with that the past few nights, although not so much last night, but then this morning Hazel woke me up at 5:30 so I let her out to pee, but she didn't really seem like she had to that badly. She just wanted to get up. She was less than thrilled when I brought her back upstairs with me to sleep for another hour. And yesterday morning she woke up at 4:20 or maybe 4:40, something ridiculous, because she heard my parents up and about and wanted to say hi to them. Luckily my dad heard her and came in and took care of her and such, and I got to sleep for two more hours. I just hope this isn't a pattern. And if she starts waking up in the mornings because she hears my parents awake at the ungodly hour of 4:30 or 5, well, that won't be so cool.

Oh my gosh. I miss campus. I miss the lakes. Agh. Why'd that place have to be so great? Because it can't help but be wonderful, that's why.

I guess I should press publish now before this gets any longer. It's far too long as it is. Plus -- it's 9:20 now. I am almost to the point of falling asleep. Mmm bed sounds so nice. Also -- the most annoying thing about this blister is I'm scared to do anything active, because it requires wearing shoes that have backs (which I've successfully avoided since taking off those hiking boots Saturday night). So that's sort of irritating. I haven't gone to the Y at all this week. I need to. I'm almost getting into shape, and I need to keep it up. I can wear flip flops and take Hazel for a good walk around the neighborhood, but I keep forgetting and then it's 8something and slightly too late for me to be going out by myself (I'm paranoid. This is about as safe a neighborhood as you could want, I think, generally, but all it takes is one creeper). Anyway. Ok now I'm done.