When to Breathe
This week and next week are really, really busy weeks for me. There’s something going on all the time.
Don’t these people know that I’m too old for something going on all the time? Too old for something going on even part of the time?
When is it that you start to become a hermit? I’m pretty much there already. Even though I may agree to go somewhere because it sounds good at the time, by the time that day rolls around, I feel like, ‘ehhh’. As a matter of fact I’ve backed out of lots of things I planned to do just because when it came time for it, I thought, ‘I’d rather stay home and do whatever’.
I used to be such a party girl. I always wanted to go out. And for sure I always went out on Friday nights. I can’t even remember the last time we went out on a Friday night.
And it’s not like I’m doing something exciting at home. I’m not even staying home to get laid. I’m just staying home. And today I worked from home. I went to work, the air conditioning wasn’t working, so it was hot. I wasn’t going to work in that.
So I left work at 9:30, got home at 10:00 and started working, didn’t stop til around 5:00. Pretty good deal they’ve got there. The half-hour drive home would have been my morning half-hour break. I didn’t take any lunch time and then I worked an hour later.
I don’t understand why they don’t just have me work from home all the time – look at how much extra they get.
But tomorrow I’ll be back at the office. And then tomorrow all the fun begins. Two weeks of plans. Oh, for a minute I thought that colonoscopy was in there too, but, no, that’s July 27th. Oh no, that’s just the consultation. I gotta go way out to who knows where in order to see a doctor to make an appointment. Assholes.
Anyway, I gotta forage something for dinner. I’m hungry – and I’m home, the place I want to be.
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is the new 30. I want the world to close their mouths when they’re eating or chewing gum. If they don’t, I want to elbow them in the face.
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