This afternoon, I lulled away the day. Yes, I'm off work again... I have to be there this Saturday, so I was entitled to the shedding of a few hours today, an attempt to keep overtime to a minimum.
That's just fine with me.
I meant to come home and take a nap. (That's always on my agenda. Clearly.) Instead, I caught up on my google reader -- or at least made a hell of an attempt to do so -- read a bit of a novel, watchedobscene amounts of a three-hour-long, DVR-ed episode of Big Brother After Dark on SHO-time. (This was, in fact, so mind-numbing that it was almost like napping.)
So is the story of my life: watch hours tick away while I make little progress: maternal, writerly, or otherwise. It occurs to me that I probably need to learn how to do things, like, I don't know, install a car seat. Or perhaps start a babyspice-registry. Or scope out day-care centers.
Instead, I just made a king-sized Snickers my bitch and poured myself a Sweet Tea. Ahh, my new drug of choice: the sugar coma.
p.s. Is that really how you spell vengeance?
That's just fine with me.
I meant to come home and take a nap. (That's always on my agenda. Clearly.) Instead, I caught up on my google reader -- or at least made a hell of an attempt to do so -- read a bit of a novel, watched
So is the story of my life: watch hours tick away while I make little progress: maternal, writerly, or otherwise. It occurs to me that I probably need to learn how to do things, like, I don't know, install a car seat. Or perhaps start a babyspice-registry. Or scope out day-care centers.
Instead, I just made a king-sized Snickers my bitch and poured myself a Sweet Tea. Ahh, my new drug of choice: the sugar coma.
p.s. Is that really how you spell vengeance?
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I love Big Brother it is addicting and after being shown jokersupdates.com I'm now officially updated on all things Big Brother whenever I want... ridiculous how much time I have on my hands at times.
Sweet tea and snickers, yes my love that certainly is wonderful!
And other happy things.
Like Vendetta.
What were you thinking?
I spent four hours the other day watching House. I was alone, had no one to bother me, some projects to complete, and yet I was compelled by the strange-diagnosis-of-the-hour-accompanied-by-shitty-bedside-manner for four hours.
And I regret none of it.
I can imagine how mind numbing it must be.
I'm back to writing, hope on by the respite for a peek.
much love
*raises her Snickers in toast* Here's to naps and mind-numbing TV!
((hugs)) Nicole :))
It worked for me. I just wish my daughter would've stayed that relaxed for 18 yrs. LOL