Stupid day.

I swear my brain has shut down for the day. It all started with me sleeping in until noon. It was a sleep coma. I kid you not. There was one point where I was half awake and I "heard" someone breaking into our apartment. I totally imagined it, but as I lay there with my eyes opened, I wasn't freaking out or anything. I just stared at the hallway like "hm. I think someone is breaking in. What if this is real? oh well." Then I fell back asleep.

Maybe it's because I got too much sleep? Maybe it's because I've hardly eaten anything today? Too bad I can't concentrate enough to cook food.

Now that I was awake and in a haze, I suddenly got really irritated with how dirty my car was. I wasn't even close to my car. I was inside my apartment. I got all the cleaning materials together, went outside, and cleaned my car. Then I got really mad at how dirty the exterior of my car was, so I drove to the nearest car wash. It was one of those self-wash ones. I couldn't figure it out. In my defense, the guy that came to my rescue couldn't figure it out either. I'm pretty sure it was out of service. So then I went through the drive-through car wash. My car was already covered in suds because the guy and me were able to get the self-carwash to get that far, but not any farther. I felt like such a doy. When the wash was done, I pulled out, and wiped down the inside of my car. Then I pulled forward and ran over the concrete brake stop. You know those concrete blocks in front of every parking stall? Yeah I ran over that. I had no other choice but to keep pulling forward--forcing me to run over it again with my back tires. wtf is wrong with me?

Then I went to Harmons. I didn't want to go there because it's more expensive (it's really nice...but expensive), but my mind wasn't working fast enough to realize that that was where I was going. Then I couldn't concentrate hard enough to read my grocery list. I had no idea what I needed to get! I made the mistake of going through the self-check out line and took forever trying to figure the machine out.

I was for sure that I would crash and die on my way home. Thank goodness that didnt' happen. I wanted to go to Winco, but I decided that 1) I've already spent enough money buying a bunch of random crap at Harmons and 2) I should probably stop driving and go home where it's safe.

I think I'm going to exercise until I get exhausted and go back into a sleep-coma. I need to reset my brain........tomorrow will bring a much more successful day!

Oh and here are some pics of me with my new colored contacts:

And here are some pics of Richard and I at the Cheesecake Factory:



I take way too many pictures of myself. This is going to sound really bizarre, but I think I'm a lot prettier than I actually am. Like I'd be doing my hair and think "damn! I look good!". I then take a picture, so that I can remember how I styled my hair. When I look at the picture, I'm confused because I don't look as good as I do when I look into the mirror. Does that make sense?