Sunday Evening Finds Me...

Hello, Sunday Evening.  You find me tired, because I didn't sleep well last night.  You find me burning with heat, because I don't know why.  They keep it ultra-cool at the B&B, but I am sweating and my cheeks are on fire.  I'm pretty certain it's not the menopause.  Maybe it's just my burning desire to get a life, already.  You find me a little bored and uninspired.  You find me a little frustrated because sometimes tech and I don't agree.  This time it's over copying files from my sister's MP3 player to my computer.  Sounds easy enough, right?  Maybe the tiredness is making me dumb and it'll all be clear on Monday Morning.

So, I spent the weekend at my friend's house all alone while he was out of town.  It was glorious.  I watched movies, talked to myself a lot, and finally figured out how to use his coffee maker.  More Mel vs. Tech.  Well, this time, I won!  Haha on you, I know how to use Google.  Listen, if the product has a video demonstration on its website, I can't feel that terribly badly about my own cluelessness.

Friday evening, I had plans to go on a lovely stroll through the city to take some pictures of whatever looked interesting.  It was pretty nice, weather-wise, but I was pretty beat by the end of the day, so I just crashed with a movie instead.

Saturday the humidity kicked back up to a million percent and the heat index was high, so I nixed photo hunting again. Plus, I already had plans that evening to "work" the Massage Envy table at the Florence Freedom game.  (Work = get free ticket, sit on bottom, drink beer, eat hot dogs, smile at people and say "good luck!"  Oh, and sweat your mothereffing ass off.)  I got to meet Spiderman.  Luke is going to be so jealous when I show him the pic tomorrow. 

Today, it stormed, I went to my mom's for a bit, went to the bank, bought a box of Cheez-Its (not at the bank), hung out with my sister, bro-in-law, and niece and ate dinner with them.  My sister lent me another crapload of tunes to discover.  And she gave me two pairs of pants that no longer fit her (because she's skinny).  I'm afraid to try them on.  You know why.

Do you need a song tonight?  I'm kind of not in the mood.  Let me think about it, though.