Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Like a ping pong ball in a clothes dryer.
I got a couple of verbal spankings the last few days on account of my less than regular posting. I will try to correct this. Many pardons, now get off my back.
I didn’t get much sleep last night and whenever that happens I have trouble keeping my mind from going off on a tangent. It’s like a temporary case of Attention Deficit Disorder is the only way to describe it. Also a lot of twinklings and splotching in my vision, if that makes sense, therefore not unlike a mild acid trip. Not a handy trait when trying to be productive at work but there you go, no amount of coffee is going to fix it and it’s too early for a nap (even though I have a couch in my office---oh, yes, I do! Jealous.).
I dropped the Roommate off at the airport this morning for his two week trip to Europe. He and Boytek are going to tour Poland, then spend a few days in Prague before heading to Berlin. Fun---only not for me. I just better get a shit load of post cards, you guys---just saying. And yes, Boytek, I just said “just saying”!
And if it weren’t bad enough that the Roommate is gone, Paris is in jail, too! I think someone should have planned their excursions a little better, you know, keeping ME in mind, because this so sucks. Who am I going to text with? Who’s going to call me? Not the Roommate, international rates suck ass. Not Paris, he phone was taken away when she hit the slammer. So, I have no one to hang out with basically and no, I’m not hanging with Nicole, I hate that bitch; if it weren’t for her I’d be on Simple Life right now.
Since I am being deprived of all human contact (no Roommate OR Paris, *sob!*) it’s either talking to Rufus, who is an excellent listener but not so good at the back and forth conversation thing, or I am left to my own thoughts. Or thought, singular, I don’t have too many of those now days. Too busy. And sleepy. I guess I’m stuck with the lively, albeit one sided, conversation with Rufus. As long as I make sure to use words like “squirrel”, “birdie”, “doggie park” or “ride in car” he’s all ears. And crazy, old man hair, but I digress.
I have my friends and Rusty is coming to town next weekend so I’ll be good, not lonely but just not the constant companion I am used to having around to make fun of people with. And I’ll probably get a lot done around the house now that the Roommate is not a constant distraction. As far as the household it’s all about me for the next two weeks. And Rufus. And Rusty for a weekend. Otherwise, just me.
Not Suz! She’s so boring! I wish Paris was here, she'd be entertaining and engaging plus she'd probably pick up the tab for lunch.
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I absolutely love living alone. Maybe because I've lived with so few people. I dunno, but ENJOY it!
It is a completely foreign concept to me. I grew up in a large family, got married right out of college, had multiple roommates, got married again and now have a roommate, dog, cat and frog. I only lived alone for 2 months my entire life, but in those two months I was a restaurant manager and was scheduled for 72 hours a week but always worked more, so it wasn't like I had that much free time on my hands.
So yeah, totally new concept. Hope I don't turn crazy.
I'd kill for 2 weeks alone. It makes it easier to hear the voices in my head.
Voices? Hmmm, you probably would kill.
Good time to post wino tour! I'm just like a broken record, huh? Like anyone under 30 would know what that phrase meant...
Well, I know what "like a broken record" means and I will I promise.
You just want the manitory boobie shots that are associated with wine tour, don't you E?
Boobies...bring on the boobies. Or tiddies, that's a good term for the knockers (hehe) too!
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