Everything and the kitchen sink

You know that expression "everything and the kitchen sink"? Well that's what was thrown at me literally last night. No I don't mean our kitchen sink was actually thrown at me. But here's the story.

So Tuesday night I had been up till 4:30 AM working on a paper. I was exhausted. So I went home after work, sat on the couch, and watched Glee and Parenthood. It was great. Then I decided to get ready for CityLife. But first I check my facebook. That's when I see the message from my roommate's new bf (she had been trying to contact me but my phone's dead so I didn't know) saying they wanted to know if it's ok for him to stay over last night. I of course was fine with it. But it meant I had to clean. So I put off doing makeup for a few mins and pick up the apt a little.

Still good on time, I'm about to start doing makeup when I hear this drip drip drip. I look, can't find the source. Then I notice the rug in our kitchen is SOAKED and getting worse by the second. Look underneath... sure enough our kitchen sink is leaking. I try to pick it up (the water and the rug, not the sink). By the time I"m done, there's no time left for makeup. So I put some towels down, tell my roommate (who's coming in as I head out), and go to CityLife.

CityLife was nice and relaxing.

Then afterwards it's time for me to take care of the neighbors cat. The cat is diabetic so I have to give him his shot as well as feed him and their other cat, change the litter boxes, etc. I was a few hours late - 1.5 to be exact - but nothing bad. I'd been taking care of him for 3 weeks, the neighbors are coming home today. I open the door... THAT DAMN CAT RUNS OUTSIDE. And he won't come back when I'm calling him! I start freaking out of course. Run over, get my parents, we're all scouring the neighborhood, they even call the night patrol (which it turned out Phil was on the shift at the time) to try and help us find him. Finally my mom spots him... in the backyard... Dad had searched that place, I'd been yelling for him back there, she calls him a lil bit and out he comes! Damn cat! Bout gave me a heart attack for an hour!!

And of course by the time that's done, I've taken care of his shot, gave him a "Don't do that again!" talk, etc. there's all of 1 minute left of the PBS Great Performances showing of the RSC's Hamlet, with David Tennant (the 10th Doctor on Doctor Who) as Hamlet and Patrick Stewart (Captain Picaurd on STar Trek, which I never watched but know him from, also of SNL's "If it's not Scottish, it's crap!") as Claudius and Hamlet's father's ghost. So I missed all of that, when I coudl have caught the last hour and a half had I not been going all over Lafayette Square yelling "WALES! HERE KITTY KITTY!" and shaking treats for that damn cat.

Yeah that was my everything and the kitchen sink night. Tonight - I'm going to watch TV. Specifically Hamlet (which I started watching this morning - it's really good, but I am glad I wikipedia'd Hamlet and saw Luke in the ASC production 1st, cause I wouldn't know what was going on otherwise), Community, Bones, The Office, and 30 Rock.

PS. Anyone else find it interesting that 2 Scottish guys - Tennant and Stewart - were in Hamlet?? Why not just do the Scottish play at that point? JK!