Tuesday night is fun for me.
I'm weird. This. You know, or have guessed.
I come home from work, scoot about the house, get something for dinner and settle in to watch West Wing on Bravo, then Gilmore Girls. Then 24.
However, tonight, I was interrupted during all 3 shows.
First, a friend of our house-mate Spencer's came over. Asked for my assistance with Spencer's birthday gift. I was happy to do it. So much for West Wing.
Then, he came back after getting some supplies and we sat through most of Gilmore Girls planning it out. Which is fine. I have a DVR and it was recording.
I settled in to watch it for the second time after he left, and my boyfriend came home...wanting to ask me a zillion questions.
Fine. Third try, my friend Val calls to tell me she almost got blown up at work. HUH? A machine where she works was assembled wrong. She was away from it when it malfunctioned and spun a wheel (don't ask me what that is exactly or what it does, I only know that it weighs 300 pounds) out of whack hitting other things making them break apart...hence "blowing up".
She's fine. Freaked out a little. But fine.
You've got to understand that Val doesn't do 20 minute phone conversations. She usually can talk for an hour or more. So, tonight was the more than an hour. I love her still and let her get away with this behavior.
Finally got through Gilmore Girls. Spence came home. Loved his gift. (A brandy snifter with hand painted letters of a little club he belongs in). We sat down to watch 24. Which he also follows. Problem with that...his birthday. Was out at the bar. You know where I'm going with this. He fell asleep, and Spencer. Snores. Loudly.
I'll have to watch it tomorrow or something. I officially give up.

So. It's now 2:30 AM. I'm tired.
I'm going to go to bed. Tomorrow starts my long day series I do every week. I know not to skip on sleep during the next two days.

Night all.