The Sunday Fester

I haven’t been sleeping especially well lately, finding that, while I feel tired, I just can’t get comfortable at night and so I toss and turn for a couple of hours, wake up multiple times while it’s still dark out, wake up again about an hour before I would normally get up, then fall back to sleep and get up a half hour to an hour after the time I normally get up.
I am then tired all day and anticipate falling asleep easily owing to a certain amount of exhaustion, only to repeat the same cycle.
I suppose I could talk to my doctor about it…if I had one.
Actually getting a doctor is one of those things I’ve been meaning to do for a while, but have never bothered because, frankly, I haven’t seen any real reason. I almost never get sick (and when I do it’s generally just a mild cold that runs its course quickly), and despite a few minor complaints here and there (as evidenced by yesterday’s entry), I don’t really have any sort of ailments that demand medical attention.
And if suddenly get violently ill or something there’s always urgent care.
It’s certainly not like I’m opposed to seeking out medical assistance for specific problems. I mean, I’ve got a dentist, an eye doctor, and a chiropractor, but somehow it hasn’t seemed necessary to acquire a general practitioner.
And I doubt that it will any time soon, as I’m sure the sleeping thing will pass. Even if it doesn’t, I do manage to sleep on work nights, so it’s not really that big of a deal.
In any case, after waking up at around 10 this morning I did the usual dicking around before showering and shaving.
Shaving was a pain, as I’d done my usual Sunday festering yesterday, and as a result had not shaved.
Normally I shave with an electric razor, but that loses its effectiveness if I go more than one day without shaving, so today I had to do it the old-fashioned way, which is kind of a hassle (compared to the electric at least).
Once all of that was out of the way it was time to head out into the world. I was going to stop at Super Target to pick up a few Super-Target-y things, then go to Shoppers for groceries, but, forgetting the lesson I’d learned last week about why I shouldn’t, I decided to do all of my shopping there.
Oh well.
Among my purchases were some belated birthday presents for Kathleen. Now the question is whether I’ll see her and be able to give them to her this week, or if I’ll just give them to Brian on Thursday.
I haven’t seen Spider-Man 3 yet, as Scott and I are planning to catch a matinee tomorrow.
So far the reviews have been mixed, but on the other hand it apparently broke box office records over the weekend, and on the other other hand I don’t care what reviewers think anyway.
I got a letter the other day informing me that someone from the condo developer will be stopping by to inspect my unit (hehehehe) on Wednesday.
Not sure what’s up with that, as we did not achieve the required unanimous acceptance of the buy-back offer by the deadline, forcing the developer (who is in negotiations to sell off the project as an apartment complex) to go back to the drawing board.
It’s to their advantage to own all of the units if they want to sell the complex off, so I don’t’ really know what they’re going to do next.
While I don’t know what this means for my future, I do know that it means that I’m going to have to do something about the comic books piled up all over my floor.
As mentioned, yesterday I did the usual Sunday Fester, which consists of not showering, not getting properly dressed, not going anywhere, and generally sitting around doing not much of anything.
I did watch The Life of Brian, and the That Yellow Bastard segment from the Sin City special edition DVD, though, by way of doing something.
I also ordered a pizza.
So that was exciting.
Last night’s episode of The Simpsons featured Homer becoming a volunteer firefighter, which naturally made me think of Brian, who has recently moved his Becoming a Firefighter blog over to Blogger. My link to it has been updated to the new URL.
I suppose there’s enough time left in the day that I should try to do something constructive (like maybe pick up all my comic books and put them away), so I guess I’ll get to it.