Three little birds

I was reporting out in Daytona Beach tonight.

Live at 6 with a story about a beach patrol officer who has been put on paid administrative leave after he allegedly shared  racially charged Trayvon Martin cartoons on his Facebook page.

I filmed the interviews, edited the story, fed it back to the station via FTP, and just before the 6, a photographer met me out at the beach to run my live shot.

All that being said, I was able to drive myself back to Orlando as soon as I finished going live.

The weather was terrible.

Severe thunderstorms with crazy lightning the entire way back. 

By the time I got to the station, unloaded the gear, put the keys to the news van back in the cabinet and got in my car, it was late. 

Friday night plans...shot. 

For the past hour, as I listened to the sound of rain drops hit the windows in my apartment- I did the dumbest thing I could possibly do alone on a Friday night. 

Go on Facebook.

The cliff notes version of my Facebook news feed- vacations, engagements, marriages... 
So this brings me to my next point.
I'm adopting three finches.

I thought about getting a dog, but realized it would probably die in my apartment because I'm never home.

Tomorrow I'm picking up a bird cage from a lady named Judy who lives in Winter Park.

I found her on Craigs list - she's selling it for 15 bucks.

As I ponder the fact that I'm going to be a bird lady at 24, I'm realizing just how much you sacrifice when you're in this career, starting with a social life. 

But that's not everything. 

I have a lot to be grateful for. 

I'm learning not to worry about the little things... 'Cause every little thing gonna be all right.