Sleepin', Readin', Repeatin'
Laziness is wonderful. Sublime. Perfect. Excellent. I am sitting here in a very ugly excercise-type outfit, watching The Golden Girls and thinking about getting some socks to cover my cold toes. It is fun. If anyone saw me like this, it would not be fun, but for the time being, it is cool.
This weekend went pretty much as planned. I did manage to get my closet cleaned out, and my apartment picked up. I also read a lot and watched a couple of movies. Matt and I watched Goodbye Lenin, a German movie about the fall of Communism. It rocked. I would definitely recommend it even if you don't usually like to read your movies as it is fun and very well written. To keep with the European theme, last night I made liege waffles which we ate with a goodly amount of whipped cream and fruit. They were divine, if I do say so myself. Very European. They passed the global test, if you know what I'm saying.
Today promises to be fun as well. I think I will balance my reading and sleeping with some worthless TV. Matt and I bought some steaks so we are going to have those tonight with some french onion soup and pomme frites. We are going to pretend we are in Paris. I might shuck the heinous exercise outfit by then and try to get some action. Bwah hah hah.
Now for the bad news. Yesterday I talked to my father, just called him to say hello and remind him to cash in some savings bonds he had promised to give me for school (or some new pants, either/or). I didn't get to. My dad is sick with some mystery ailment--he is really dizzy and drowsy and his heart is racing. He's telling me about this in this really tiny voice, something I had never heard him do. I really didn't know what to say. I just sat there, muttering little niceties and such, really staring more than anything. It's just so weird hearing someone who is normally so strong and powerful sounding so small and powerless. I wanted to be able to say something that would make him feel better, would show him that I think he is a great guy, but I couldn't. So we hung up quickly and I stared at the floor. I hate these times, when words are not enough, when something as tenuous as a relationship hangs in the balance and you just sit there not knowing what to do or say. And it's scary that something horrible could happen, and he would never know that I sat on a Sunday afternoon, thinking of him and chewing on my fingernails with worry.
It is sad. Maybe I will call him at work in a few minutes (I know he is there--he might need to be scraped off of the pavement, but he will still be at work) and try to say something caring yet witty, something fun yet loving. I don't know. Probably not. I'll probably just sit here and think about it and eat Jelly Belly's until my stomach hurts. Sadness.
And on that note, I will retire. I miss Bob. I miss talking to him and getting his opinions and listening to power ballads. Ho hum. More sadness. Now I am really sad. Oh well. Maybe I will find time in the midst of my reading and sleeping to go and get some Ben and Jerry's. Very possible. Very, very possible.
This weekend went pretty much as planned. I did manage to get my closet cleaned out, and my apartment picked up. I also read a lot and watched a couple of movies. Matt and I watched Goodbye Lenin, a German movie about the fall of Communism. It rocked. I would definitely recommend it even if you don't usually like to read your movies as it is fun and very well written. To keep with the European theme, last night I made liege waffles which we ate with a goodly amount of whipped cream and fruit. They were divine, if I do say so myself. Very European. They passed the global test, if you know what I'm saying.
Today promises to be fun as well. I think I will balance my reading and sleeping with some worthless TV. Matt and I bought some steaks so we are going to have those tonight with some french onion soup and pomme frites. We are going to pretend we are in Paris. I might shuck the heinous exercise outfit by then and try to get some action. Bwah hah hah.
Now for the bad news. Yesterday I talked to my father, just called him to say hello and remind him to cash in some savings bonds he had promised to give me for school (or some new pants, either/or). I didn't get to. My dad is sick with some mystery ailment--he is really dizzy and drowsy and his heart is racing. He's telling me about this in this really tiny voice, something I had never heard him do. I really didn't know what to say. I just sat there, muttering little niceties and such, really staring more than anything. It's just so weird hearing someone who is normally so strong and powerful sounding so small and powerless. I wanted to be able to say something that would make him feel better, would show him that I think he is a great guy, but I couldn't. So we hung up quickly and I stared at the floor. I hate these times, when words are not enough, when something as tenuous as a relationship hangs in the balance and you just sit there not knowing what to do or say. And it's scary that something horrible could happen, and he would never know that I sat on a Sunday afternoon, thinking of him and chewing on my fingernails with worry.
It is sad. Maybe I will call him at work in a few minutes (I know he is there--he might need to be scraped off of the pavement, but he will still be at work) and try to say something caring yet witty, something fun yet loving. I don't know. Probably not. I'll probably just sit here and think about it and eat Jelly Belly's until my stomach hurts. Sadness.
And on that note, I will retire. I miss Bob. I miss talking to him and getting his opinions and listening to power ballads. Ho hum. More sadness. Now I am really sad. Oh well. Maybe I will find time in the midst of my reading and sleeping to go and get some Ben and Jerry's. Very possible. Very, very possible.
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