I’ve thought about it all day.
After getting far too little sleep the last few nights, and running around like a chicken with my head cut off as things have picked up at work – it might have been all I could think about.
Coming home at 5, going for a quick walk (just so that I could say I had done something), and then curling up in bed with my DVR. Time to catch up on the world of Big Brother (we all know how I feel about Big Brother, right?) and America’s Got Talent (another of my guilty pleasures.)
I even had dinner plans that I canceled just for this. Because I didn't feel capable of functioning. Of socializing. Of remaining vertical for one more second.
All I wanted was my bed and my TV.
Only, when I turned on my trusty DVR, I was sad to discover – it was empty.
24 hours worth of shows. Just gone.
Apparently, the power went out yesterday. Which I kind of already knew. But I guess I didn’t really think about what that would mean for my DVR.
I was too busy sweating it out and embarrassing myself at hot yoga.
Note to self: Never (and I mean NEVER) try that again.
It was for a good cause. Teeny’s getting married this weekend, and the hot yoga was actually part of her bridal shower. So it was worth it. Even though it became very clear very quickly that I had absolutely no business participating in whatever it was the rest of the women were doing.
I was much more at home when the sweating ceased and the eating began.
Regardless, I was otherwise engaged last night as my shows should have been taping. Which was, of course, fine. This is what DVR’s were invented for after all. And even if DVR’s weren’t an option – I would never miss a friend’s bridal shower for something as trivial as a television show.
(I would just make a point of coming after the yoga portion next time)
Still, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed when I discovered my empty list tonight.
Curled up in my bed.
Eating my chicken and veggies.
Ready for nothing more than to immerse myself in some reality television.
There might have been a heated moment there. Upon coming to the realization that the DVR was blank, I might have had a minor breakdown.
To be fair – I’m going to go back to blaming it on the whole lack of sleep thing.
And the fact that today, I’m sore in places I didn’t even know I had.
Plus, I have rug burns on my elbows. Caused by slipping and sliding all over my mat due to the profuse amount of sweating I was doing.
That’s how skilled I was at hot yoga.
Besides, Jack is due for a visit this weekend. I'm pretty sure that's at least partially to blame.
The point is, mid-meltdown (as I was literally fighting back tears), I managed to stop myself and take a good look in the mirror. Which is when I realized how ridiculous I was being. Blood boiling over something as non-consequential as an empty DVR. On the verge of tears because I missed one night of reality TV.
If this is the worst that happens to me, then I probably shouldn't be complaining.
My DVR didn’t tape my shows.
Now I'm going to have to watch them online.
It’s the worst thing that’s happened to me all day.
Which I’m thinking makes today a pretty good day.
Just don’t tell anyone what a fit I threw.
Because that would be embarrassing.
Possibly even more embarrassing than hot yoga.
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