February 19, 2010 § Leave a comment
So, I got what I wanted. I’ve begun a 4-day weekend for which I had planned to do a lot. But as is usually the case, I wake up and feel so good about myself I think, “Why waste such a good day? You should just relax and do whatever you feel like doing – which is: Nothing.” I think I should pace myself, this is a long stretch after all. I’m just going to run with my feeling right now and grab something sinful from the fridge and watch TV. I promise to be a productive member of society at some point, just not right at this moment.
February 12, 2010 § 1 Comment
January 28, 2010 § Leave a comment
I am admittedly a very sulky kid. This is my natural state. So days like today leave me disoriented and I have to keep checking my scalp to see if The Man hadn’t kidnapped me in my sleep, implanted a happy chip in my brain and erased all my memory. I have absolutely nothing planned for the weekend, have no friends coming to visit that I know of and have a completely empty fridge but I am happy – chirpy, even. I’m gonna run with this for now since the longer I’m like this, the longer the people of Earth can pretend they’re safe. So have a happy weekend everyone. I’m gonna enjoy every second of the 36 hours of mine 😉
January 25, 2010 § Leave a comment
I’m sipping my coffee as I wait for my brain to wake up and I’m staring at Sylvia’s reading nook where lies a heap of the weekend’s laundry. I was supposed to use the last day of my 9 day break to finally organize my closet, but there it is, evidence of my superior ability to procrastinate, staring right back at me. It’s a simple matter really, fold then pile together clothes of similar use, i.e. for going out, for the office or for staying at home. Then further separate them by certain characteristics: collared, full sleeves, sleeveless. Then come the linens, separate pillowcases from quilt covers, then the towels, etc. I know exactly what to do and even just how long it would take me to do it. But sadly, as with most things in my life, just thinking about it already exhausts me. So me and my pile of laundry will just continue this staring contest until one of us (namely, me) finally gives in and does what’s necessary.