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it's 9.34 on a sunday night and i find myself soooooooooooo boooooooooooooooooooored.
let's recap: i've taken a week off work so i can do art. a great kick-off to the week, we went to see nuit blanche last night, an all night contemporary art thing as the ads, attempting wit, described. i saw some cool stuff, mostly a lot of crap and was up really late. we rolled into bed around 4 am. of course, i didn't plan on getting up at any early hour today, and was eating my delicious breakfast sometime between 1 and 3. after realising that after todd showered, i would have to, i also realised there would be absolutely no time for me to make it to any curry's before 5, the time they all - in our apparent non-religious society that still observes the "good sunday" of christ's rule - like any other store, close. that's alright, said i, i can stew on ideas and research and write the things i'm going to do.
i forgot that i did that yesterday.
todd was on his way to a department meeting and drinks afterwards (meeting starting at 4) and has yet to return. an unprecedented bout of laziness and procrastination has left me, 6 hours after showering and getting dressed, still on the couch, the living room in the same state of mess and only one additional paragraph on the children's story i started yesterday.
again, i am now sooooooooooooooooooooo booooooooooooooooooooooored.
i miss my boy. i wish he had some sort of phone or tracking device or bat signal so i could get in touch with him, whine about my boredom and join him to fill my now-6-hour-long craving for chicken wings and a pint and a nice sit-down in a pub. i expect him to walk in any minute, stumbling from his company-paid drunk. but i've been expecting him back all day.
in all fairness, i can't start painting until i have canvass and brushes, and painting is the main thing i'll be doing this week. that is just a really easy excuse to procrastinate, however, since i could have drawn out my characters for the book, or started sketching out the pages. or, hell, i could have cleaned a little more. i am currently in the middle of doing a load of laundry - my favourite chore as you can be productive while sitting on our ass and letting the machines do all the work. i also cleaned out half the recycling, but was too afraid of cleaning the rest out due to the constant finding of pee and poop and the realisation that there very well could be mice hiding in any one of the boxes i was picking up. the kittens snoozing in the corner, so valiantly protecting me, did nothing to calm this fear. so i snorgled the kittens a little, took some pictures of them and read a chapter or two of this lame book i randomly decided to read the other day. oh, right, and i'm updating this only to waste more time. and because i want to read something new when i go to my friends page, which i have a hundred times today.
though now, i suppose, this is done, as i'm out of whining and clearly have nothing of importance to write.
more in a few months, i suppose
the love and the hugs
~jess
let's recap: i've taken a week off work so i can do art. a great kick-off to the week, we went to see nuit blanche last night, an all night contemporary art thing as the ads, attempting wit, described. i saw some cool stuff, mostly a lot of crap and was up really late. we rolled into bed around 4 am. of course, i didn't plan on getting up at any early hour today, and was eating my delicious breakfast sometime between 1 and 3. after realising that after todd showered, i would have to, i also realised there would be absolutely no time for me to make it to any curry's before 5, the time they all - in our apparent non-religious society that still observes the "good sunday" of christ's rule - like any other store, close. that's alright, said i, i can stew on ideas and research and write the things i'm going to do.
i forgot that i did that yesterday.
todd was on his way to a department meeting and drinks afterwards (meeting starting at 4) and has yet to return. an unprecedented bout of laziness and procrastination has left me, 6 hours after showering and getting dressed, still on the couch, the living room in the same state of mess and only one additional paragraph on the children's story i started yesterday.
again, i am now sooooooooooooooooooooo booooooooooooooooooooooored.
i miss my boy. i wish he had some sort of phone or tracking device or bat signal so i could get in touch with him, whine about my boredom and join him to fill my now-6-hour-long craving for chicken wings and a pint and a nice sit-down in a pub. i expect him to walk in any minute, stumbling from his company-paid drunk. but i've been expecting him back all day.
in all fairness, i can't start painting until i have canvass and brushes, and painting is the main thing i'll be doing this week. that is just a really easy excuse to procrastinate, however, since i could have drawn out my characters for the book, or started sketching out the pages. or, hell, i could have cleaned a little more. i am currently in the middle of doing a load of laundry - my favourite chore as you can be productive while sitting on our ass and letting the machines do all the work. i also cleaned out half the recycling, but was too afraid of cleaning the rest out due to the constant finding of pee and poop and the realisation that there very well could be mice hiding in any one of the boxes i was picking up. the kittens snoozing in the corner, so valiantly protecting me, did nothing to calm this fear. so i snorgled the kittens a little, took some pictures of them and read a chapter or two of this lame book i randomly decided to read the other day. oh, right, and i'm updating this only to waste more time. and because i want to read something new when i go to my friends page, which i have a hundred times today.
though now, i suppose, this is done, as i'm out of whining and clearly have nothing of importance to write.
more in a few months, i suppose
the love and the hugs
~jess