Mittens, Poufs, and other Shower Things

Towards the end of last month, the largest HEB Plus opened on my side of town. 

Now, I usually HATE going to grocery stores. The people don't move, even when they see you coming. They leave their cart in the middle of the aisle as if their cart is the most important. I get frustrated and angry, firstly because getting my milk and cereal should not be some Amazing Race quest and secondly because when I go to move their carts so that mine can get safe passage they get haughty and sigh loudly, making their eyes into slits, pursing their lips as if I was about to steal their purse and take their blueberry yogurt. 

Better Late Than Never

Working overnights means that you search the internet from one end to the other, every two hours or so. After fifteen minutes of Pinterest and two seconds of Facebook, I'm Stumbling my way through blogs, comics, tutorials, and videos. Then, I get depressed because with access to all this information it makes my life feel...lame. Like I'm wasting away the best years of my life only looking through blogs, comics, tutorials, and videos of other's lives instead of living my own. 


I read somewhere once (probably on one of these StumbleUpon trips I take every weekend) that all this technology inundates us so much that people are getting more depressed the more connected we are. I never understand this as much as when I'm working overnights. In the day, I check-in on Foursquare, see what's up on Facebook, answer a few text messages every so often but at night I get to see the minutes slowly tick away.