What kind of Tuesday is it?

House Tuesday!

As I was stuck in usual funk driving eastbound on I-96 and realized it was House Tuesday, it made me smile. That rarity almost made my whole day. And I'm pretty sure it will until 8:00, when I am watching my favorite doctor in all his glory - or unglory, as last season's cliffhanger left us wondering. Anyway, you should watch it or the wrath of House be upon you.

Other blogworthy thoughts as of late:

I ate three meals today. That in itself is almost worthy of not only my blog, but also CNN's attention. But really, it's weird I ate so much, and no, it doesn't make me feel better.

I got lots of sympathy in the office today when I said that I practically slept all day yesterday because I had a killer headache. I don't like people feeling sorry for me, but I know they were more empathetic than anything. Of course, I only told two people, so what the hell do I know. I do like knowing that I'll be taken care of, though it makes me feel really horrible when I can't do anything to make it better and steal them away from precious family time. :(

It took a lot not to turn on westbound 94 when I got on the freeway after work tonight. Instead I took the dreadful trek out to the eastside, very lucky not to run out of gas on the way. That would have been a fun adventure.

I changed my mind and my rankings. And since I remembered there is football nearly everyday of the week this season, I'm not a lost cause. Well, just for the college kids, but that's okay. The Steelers start off the pro season on Thursday. Charlie Batch is starting. I didn't go to Eastern the same time Charlie was there, but didn't attend that long after, and while working one event he was there. Nice guy. Really nice car. And the only reason why I even admit to going to that wretched university. I know, my taste in football players isn't nearly as good as hockey, but it doesn't matter. I rank at football 8; hockey 10; baseball 9; and the only basketball I'll watch is college, maybe that gets about a 5. So I'm a sports nut. I can't help that I'm just that cool.

I need to get my haircut, but I'm afraid. It's grown out and is growing ever more annoying to me, but after the fiasco last year, I'm not so willing to get it cut. I've had repair cuts since then, but this will be the first time that I think I can actually cut it all. Blah. And why is it that it's less frizzy with no gel in it than it is with frizz-control gel. The only difference is that my curls are not as well defined. Hm. Go figure.

Yeah, I really just went from ranking sports to talking about getting my haircut. That's funny.

I nearly blew up at work today. After the full staff meeting (first one I've attended since May something), I went back to my cubicle really angry. Our re-opening events start in three weeks. I still don't have my schedule. I promptly emailed my boss saying that I felt out of the loop and she needed to answer some questions for me. I listed about four or five main complaints and then went on to talk about the youth volunteer program. I've been after her for at least two weeks to figure out my schedule; now I'm pissed. Yes, I'm only part-time, but what the hell. I would like to a part of the re-opening festivities, or at least invited, largely because I think I'm going to be stationed at the Dossin when all the fun is going to be had on Woodward.

I've been putting of deciding about my schedule for too long, and now I have to decide under pressure. I could be called to sub starting tomorrow, however realistic or unrealistic that is, I don't know. I haven't made up my mind about what days I would be available to sub yet. I think I only want to teach twice a week, therefore leaving me two days free. Chances are I won't care about my nights once hockey starts up. One month from today! I'm so ready, already. Bring it. Oh wait, no, that was the Stanley Cup rally, wasn't it. Ha.

I need to do cell phone shopping. Why don't we add shoes to the mix and let me enter the fifth layer of hell now. There are few things I hate shopping for more than those two things. Blah.

If I had other things to say, I forgot them. Either that or my head still hurts too much to think straight. I think I'm going to go get some magic drugs and then be back in time for House. :)