Tuesday, September 25, 2007
What Sense Is That?
Every week I tell myself that on my days off I’m not going to do one single thing except lay in bed, sleep, eat, watch horrible television, lather, rinse and repeat. And, every week, I end up doing stuff besides laying in my bed, sleeping, eating and watching extraordinarily bad television until later in the day. For some reason, ever since I moved to the east coast, I’m able to wake up early and not think that someone should be beaten severely for coming up with such a ridiculous idea like starting work at 7 or 8am. On my days off, I wake up, without aid of alarm, at the same time as if I were to get up and get ready for work.
I then stretch, laugh a little because HAHA! I don’t have to work today! Pet the kitty, get up and use the facilities and then? It’s all downhill from there. Well, while I’m up and feeding the cat, I may as well check my email. Hmm, maybe I’ll check a few blogs. And then I get in to blog reading and news reading and the next thing I know, three hours have gone by. Wait a minute...I’m supposed to be sleeping in!
Today it dawned on me why I do this. When I’ve had jobs where I got the weekends off, just like everyone else, sure, I liked the fact I had time off but it didn’t mean as much. The reason is because everyone else also had those days off. BUT! When I have weekdays off? Oh, I gloat. I sit here and I gloat and laugh and chuckle, evilly to myself that I’m lounging around, doing what I want, in my pajamas, dipping my cookies in their milk, taking my time about everything, reading whatever and however much I want...just knowing that I don’t have to do anything while everyone else is slaving away gives me energy.
Does that make me a mean person?
Actually, I care not. No need to answer that question.
I’ve been sitting here for 5 hours, (minus a break to go deliver and pick up some mail), surfing the internet. I have not been resting as I promise myself I’ll do every week. I have not been watching stupid t.v. to make me feel better about myself, as I promise to do every week. I did not have anything to eat until 30 minutes ago because I was so engrossed in surfing the internet that even though I felt the hunger pangs, I couldn’t be bothered to get up and actually make anything....and the cookies in their milk are for when I’m lying down in bed, watching t.v.
I make no sense.
But, now that I have discovered this, I know that I still have 4 hours left to gloat so I’m about to wrap it up here, (one more post), and then? I’m going to crawl in to bed, turn on the t.v. and slurp on my cookies and milk until I pass out.
Yah, it doesn’t take much to make me happy.
