anyone wanna play house?
When I signed on to post an update tonight, my browser automatically restored the draft of the post I began as joke the day I drove Tiffany back to L.A.X. It goes:
"Dear Lj,
My dearest most closest friend in the world is FINALLY leaving Los Angeles in 35 minutes. She came for 5 days, but the weather of New England saw fit to keep her here for a total of 8. Thanks a bunch, Mr. Nor' Easter.
No, I kid. I'm actually going to miss feeling like a man with a pregnant wife-- fetching mint chocolate cookie ice cream and making pasta at 3:30am, and peeling apples to be eaten with peanut butter. "
I'd almost forgotten what it's like to spend time with another human being-- eat meals together, wake up and make plans--even just watching t.v. together...it was nice
But now it's back to sleeping for 10 hours a day. I haunt the apartment alone. I wake up at 11:00am. I spend the better part of the afternoon trying to convince myself to go jogging for a few miles. I sweat bullets because i haven't had work in over two weeks. I can barely find the motivation to pay bills or go to the bank, or get my taxes done. And then, it's suddenly 10:00pm and I have no idea how I managed to squander another day.
I'm probably one of the lonliest/unproductive people I know, for whatever that's worth?
I'm convinced that if my roommate doesn't come home one afternoon so we can play scrabble or buy beers, I might actually disappear. Just vanish into thin air.
poof.
"Dear Lj,
My dearest most closest friend in the world is FINALLY leaving Los Angeles in 35 minutes. She came for 5 days, but the weather of New England saw fit to keep her here for a total of 8. Thanks a bunch, Mr. Nor' Easter.
No, I kid. I'm actually going to miss feeling like a man with a pregnant wife-- fetching mint chocolate cookie ice cream and making pasta at 3:30am, and peeling apples to be eaten with peanut butter. "
I'd almost forgotten what it's like to spend time with another human being-- eat meals together, wake up and make plans--even just watching t.v. together...it was nice
But now it's back to sleeping for 10 hours a day. I haunt the apartment alone. I wake up at 11:00am. I spend the better part of the afternoon trying to convince myself to go jogging for a few miles. I sweat bullets because i haven't had work in over two weeks. I can barely find the motivation to pay bills or go to the bank, or get my taxes done. And then, it's suddenly 10:00pm and I have no idea how I managed to squander another day.
I'm probably one of the lonliest/unproductive people I know, for whatever that's worth?
I'm convinced that if my roommate doesn't come home one afternoon so we can play scrabble or buy beers, I might actually disappear. Just vanish into thin air.
poof.