back on the horse

The only way to get out of my writing rut on this thing is to keep writing, yes? So here goes...

I was super tired all day because my 11 day break from work totally wrecked my sleeping schedule. I couldn't fall asleep last night, and then both Audrey and I heard a critter behind the sink/under the sink. That shit will keep you awake. Luckily Audrey is super fierce about it, so I think her growling and sniffing around it keeps the rat/mouse/squirrel/wtf-ever at bay.

The first day back to work was ok. I wasn't very inspired, which upset me a bit because I thought I'd be all refreshed and rarin' to go. Instead I played tea party with my boss' adorable son and worked on a press release of sorts for this amazing database I got the library, which is a big deal for a smaller library like ours. To put it in perspective, its definitely my biggest accomplishment since I've been there. Pat me on the back, or better yet rub my back, it loves it when you do that.

Tonight I made an amazing burrito, then passed out during food network's Cereal City Challenge or something. I woke up 3.5 hours later, and that episode was on again! I got to find out who won, how exciting. All this sleeping means two things: 1-I slept through Project Runway (its recorded) and 2-I'll never sleep again tonight.

I also bought my uncle a birthday card. I found out on New Year's Eve that he has prostate cancer. This news upset me very much. This is my uncle in California, someone I got very close to due to living there. Nobody likes hearing someone has cancer, and it was very odd to get him a "happy birthday" card because they all say things like "hey at least you ain't dead!" on them. That doesn't work when you are also forced to get a "get well soon" card. From what I know prostate cancer, if discovered early enough, is very curable...but for a 73 year old? All I can do for now is support him and look out for him.

Also, I had to find this out via IM from my brother. I've talked to my dad since and he still hasn't broken the news to me. Seriously? Am I that fragile? You can talk to me about it family! I haven't heard from anyone of 'authority' yet such as my aunt or dad. My aunt and uncle have also knows for months but didn't want to "ruin the holidays" for everyone so they hid it. This means they knew when I visited, which really sucks. If I ever have a family of my own, there will be no ridiculous secret-keeping for the sake of some surface fakey vision of happiness. No no, my kids will get the brutal honest truth.