Hard Day's Night
Dear Blog,
What a day yesterday was. Thursday is California Night at UPS, which means that an assload of packages from California come in at the end of the shift, often extending the shift, which usually ends around 3 AM, to past 4:00. Tonight, however, the convoy was late. Very late. They didn't even get in until 4:45, and we finally got out at 6. It's much, much later than I am accustomed to working, but oddly enough I don't feel nearly as exhausted as I would think I would be. Thursday is also pay night, so I'll be bringing my check over to the credit union when I get up today (how much is the check for, you ask? Not much).
I watched yesterday, for the first time, The Guns of the Navarone. Or it might just be The Guns of Navarone, I'm not quite sure. Anyway, it was a pretty well done movie, for a picture of that era. And since I believe it is somewhere in AFI's top 100 films of the 20th Century list, I recommend it to anyone out there who is interested in watching classic films - a hobby I only recently started - would you believe I never saw The Graduate until last summer?
We had pizza for dinner last night, a day later in the week than we usually have it because we had the fish Wednesday, and it was very good, as usual. I was worried because the supermarket was out of Boboli shells and I had to get this supposedly healthy, thin crust from some company called "Mama Mary" (not even Mama Maria? Throw us a bone, guys!), but the crust was fine. Note: when making a homemade pizza, always chop up at least one and maybe two cloves of garlic and spread it on the pizza as you would a regular topping.
The folks are coming up to Mass this weekend, so they'll probably want me to do all kinds of work. I'm not sure when they'll be up or if they'll be stopping by the apartment at all, but supposedly they have a desk for Kaitlin and so I guess they more or less have to come by, because there's no way a desk is fitting in my Corolla.
I promise I'll write my essay on driving in the wee hours of the morning soon. It'll be good. But right now I've been up to wrong to write anything so involbed. In fact, I don't think I'll be writing anymore right now at all.
What a day yesterday was. Thursday is California Night at UPS, which means that an assload of packages from California come in at the end of the shift, often extending the shift, which usually ends around 3 AM, to past 4:00. Tonight, however, the convoy was late. Very late. They didn't even get in until 4:45, and we finally got out at 6. It's much, much later than I am accustomed to working, but oddly enough I don't feel nearly as exhausted as I would think I would be. Thursday is also pay night, so I'll be bringing my check over to the credit union when I get up today (how much is the check for, you ask? Not much).
I watched yesterday, for the first time, The Guns of the Navarone. Or it might just be The Guns of Navarone, I'm not quite sure. Anyway, it was a pretty well done movie, for a picture of that era. And since I believe it is somewhere in AFI's top 100 films of the 20th Century list, I recommend it to anyone out there who is interested in watching classic films - a hobby I only recently started - would you believe I never saw The Graduate until last summer?
We had pizza for dinner last night, a day later in the week than we usually have it because we had the fish Wednesday, and it was very good, as usual. I was worried because the supermarket was out of Boboli shells and I had to get this supposedly healthy, thin crust from some company called "Mama Mary" (not even Mama Maria? Throw us a bone, guys!), but the crust was fine. Note: when making a homemade pizza, always chop up at least one and maybe two cloves of garlic and spread it on the pizza as you would a regular topping.
The folks are coming up to Mass this weekend, so they'll probably want me to do all kinds of work. I'm not sure when they'll be up or if they'll be stopping by the apartment at all, but supposedly they have a desk for Kaitlin and so I guess they more or less have to come by, because there's no way a desk is fitting in my Corolla.
I promise I'll write my essay on driving in the wee hours of the morning soon. It'll be good. But right now I've been up to wrong to write anything so involbed. In fact, I don't think I'll be writing anymore right now at all.
posted by k - L - g | 6:37 AM
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