My day off...well...maybe I told work I was sick
I didn't go to work today. It was for my own sanity that I stayed home. Well, actually I didn't stay home the whole day. I tried to sleep late but the back pain kicked in and once that happens I might as well get up. I was starving and there was nothing that didn't require cooking and I was determined that I was not going to cook on my day off. Besides I'd cleaned the kitchen good last night and I wanted it to stay magazine presentable.
The cat was very confused. Poor old Chauncy hid behind the sofa in the living room. Apparently I interrupted his usual routine by being home on a weekday.
I finally got dressed about 11:00 after deciding there actually is nothing on daytime TV that I had to watch. And I wanted to make sure not soap opera came on and brainwashed me. My mom still watches them faithfully. She plans her days around them.
I went to a small restaurant/bar. Had a sandwich I didn't want...I can't stand that grisly stuff in the meat and some kind of cheap wine. That probably didn't go together but since i didn't really eat the sandwich, it didn't matter. Caught my stupid self looking around for old boyfriend #1, slapped my hand. No, no, NO getting involved even casually with him again. I had a heart-thumping moment thinking I saw one of the other girls from the office but it was just a lookalike, a prettier one too.
I walked on the riverbank, I went in the bookstore...sorriest damn excuse for one I've ever seen. Am I really the only one in the whole city that reads Star Wars books?
Then I went home and lay on the couch in my raggedy old nightgown and my favorite pillow and my cat who forgave me for messing up his schedule and a big glass of real Dr. Pepper...never, ever, ever try that berries flavored kind, you'll die...and felt GOOD. No work, no old or new boyfriends, no answering the phone.
The cat was very confused. Poor old Chauncy hid behind the sofa in the living room. Apparently I interrupted his usual routine by being home on a weekday.
I finally got dressed about 11:00 after deciding there actually is nothing on daytime TV that I had to watch. And I wanted to make sure not soap opera came on and brainwashed me. My mom still watches them faithfully. She plans her days around them.
I went to a small restaurant/bar. Had a sandwich I didn't want...I can't stand that grisly stuff in the meat and some kind of cheap wine. That probably didn't go together but since i didn't really eat the sandwich, it didn't matter. Caught my stupid self looking around for old boyfriend #1, slapped my hand. No, no, NO getting involved even casually with him again. I had a heart-thumping moment thinking I saw one of the other girls from the office but it was just a lookalike, a prettier one too.
I walked on the riverbank, I went in the bookstore...sorriest damn excuse for one I've ever seen. Am I really the only one in the whole city that reads Star Wars books?
Then I went home and lay on the couch in my raggedy old nightgown and my favorite pillow and my cat who forgave me for messing up his schedule and a big glass of real Dr. Pepper...never, ever, ever try that berries flavored kind, you'll die...and felt GOOD. No work, no old or new boyfriends, no answering the phone.