She just wants to be somewhere. She just wants to be.
When I was growing up my mom would sometimes get tired around 7 at night if she had a busy day. So instead of relaxing or maybe going to bed early, she would go shopping or find some task to do until it was the Appropriate Bed Time For Adults. I used to make fun of her for this, but fate, that fickle bitch, decided to pass that trait on to me.
*Interlude*
Ian is sitting behind me playing Civilization and he just yelled at the computer about evil vampire lords and then followed up the rant with, "fucking cattle".
Where was I? Oh yes... bedtime. So, I have been SEVERELY productive and very active today. I exercised, bought groceries, handed out 2.5 million neighborhood newsletters, made dinner, and decided the new blanket I'm knitting is a pain and I'll knit something else. It's 6:30 and my boyfriend Anthony Bourdain isn't on yet for another half hour. I could just sit and read and relax - but no. I feel like I have to be doing something.
*Interlude*
Ian yells, "I KNEW IT!!! YOU SCUM!! OH YOU THINK YOU'VE GOT IT. OH YEAH. OK. GUESS WHAT FUCKTARD...."
Ahem. So I've had dinner and now I'm trying to figure out what to do. I think I did too much today and now I'm all wound up. Maybe I need more wine. Yes, that's it. Wine. Good.
*Interlude*
Ian is sitting behind me playing Civilization and he just yelled at the computer about evil vampire lords and then followed up the rant with, "fucking cattle".
Where was I? Oh yes... bedtime. So, I have been SEVERELY productive and very active today. I exercised, bought groceries, handed out 2.5 million neighborhood newsletters, made dinner, and decided the new blanket I'm knitting is a pain and I'll knit something else. It's 6:30 and my boyfriend Anthony Bourdain isn't on yet for another half hour. I could just sit and read and relax - but no. I feel like I have to be doing something.
*Interlude*
Ian yells, "I KNEW IT!!! YOU SCUM!! OH YOU THINK YOU'VE GOT IT. OH YEAH. OK. GUESS WHAT FUCKTARD...."
Ahem. So I've had dinner and now I'm trying to figure out what to do. I think I did too much today and now I'm all wound up. Maybe I need more wine. Yes, that's it. Wine. Good.