January 2, 2015

In general, I'm not a big fan of goldfish crackers. I think they taste kind of weird. At least they do in my memory because I haven't had them in forever because I remember them tasting weird. That being said, I recently discovered that parmesan cheese goldfish crackers are delicious. I'm usually not a big fan of parmesan cheese, much like regular goldfish crackers, but together they work.

Once again this morning I had absolutely no motivation to get out of bed. I lost track of how many times I woke up and then laid around until I fell back to sleep. I did eventually get up, though, around eleven o'clock. I wish I could do that without feeling the guilt of avoiding cleaning out the old house. That whole business is kind of ruining the last week of winter break. Work can't start fast enough.

For lunch I had a peanut butter and apple butter. I ran out of biscuits for the apple butter and for toast I'd have to dig out the toaster and go through that whole thing. So I think I'm going to start using the apple butter on my peanut butter sandwiches. It works. Much like the parmesan goldfish crackers I referenced earlier.

Despite my afternoon arrival to the old house, in the literal sense of arriving shortly after noon, I made a lot of progress today. I went through the clothes in my closet, picking out the ones I definitely wouldn't wear again. Then I moved almost everything out of my room so I could take down all the posters on my walls and ceiling. I moved everything after I took the first poster off the ceiling because of the incredible amount of dust present on the top of the poster. Turns out it really accumulates after many many years of being on a ceiling. So I moved everything out and covered up my computer. I have ingested so much dust in the past week. After I got all the posters down I took them outside so I could wipe off all the dust before rolling them up.

I left the house a little before five o'clock so I could head home and eat dinner before heading to work. When I got to work I walked the shows and fixed the lens on a couple shows where the patrons had watched almost the entire movie with the movie small on the screen because the scope lens wasn't down. One reason projectionists are still kind of important. Or at least an attentive manager.

I went down to manually close the curtains in one of the theaters that was showing a flat movie but the curtains were stuck open, like for a scope movie. And then all the other movies started getting out so I volunteered to stay downstairs and help clean, even though they probably could have gotten along without me. Then I went back upstairs and started reading my Van Gogh book until I started to nod off, at which point I switched to Fantasy Life.

When all of the movies had started I went down to use the bathroom and ended up being sent home because we were slow. We've been super busy all week but on the day I work we're dead. But I didn't really mind being sent home at eight o'clock because I was tired.

I spent the rest of my night watching Modern Family and playing Fantasy Life, with a short break to talk to my friend on the phone. He was on his way to see a movie and was telling me about all the places he'll be traveling in the coming weeks. He leads a much more active life than I do. And that doesn't even include the flying around in badass jets part.

Tomorrow I open at the theater and we should be busier but who the hell knows if I'll get sent home early or not. If I am sent home that will mean more time at the old house, something I'm not necessarily looking forward to. I need to start loading stuff up and unloading it at the new house. Not looking forward to that.