The Rush
Last night Jeff and I sat on my sofa, reading, watching TV, acting like we didn't have a care in the world. At 9 PM, I realized we had precious little time to get all our shit done before leaving tonight and fixing up the place for a friend to crash for a week. DAMN! Of course, we were slow like molasses and 3 hours later all we managed to do between us was get some laundry done, clean the bathroom and kitchen, and make half-hearted attempts to throw all our shit in suitcases. I feel to unprepared to go to NY. Last week, I felt similarly unprepared to go to the FRC camp out. Once again, waited till the last minute to get all our shit done and ended up forgetting crucial shit.
I don't know why I'm in such slow motion and so unwilling to get off my butt and get moving when I know better. We hadn't really cleaned the place in 3 weeks and it showed. The phone rings at night and I have no desire to answer it. I've become so lethargic during the week wanting only to read and watch TV. It's bad, very bad. Maybe because the weekends are so packed? Well, there's no respite forthcoming what with leaving for NY tonight and then touring the city for a week after visiting my parents and celebrating my Dad's 65th with the whole family. Last night Jeff told me he was looking forward to meeting the rest of my family, learning to cook from my mom, and getting to know my sister better. This man amazes me. Either he's lying through his teeth or he's just cut from very different cloth. If I were in his place, I'd be filled with dread. I don't like parents, but maybe it's because my relationship with my own is so fraught. Sigh. Wish us luck getting the last of our crap together before rushing to the BART for the plane!
I don't know why I'm in such slow motion and so unwilling to get off my butt and get moving when I know better. We hadn't really cleaned the place in 3 weeks and it showed. The phone rings at night and I have no desire to answer it. I've become so lethargic during the week wanting only to read and watch TV. It's bad, very bad. Maybe because the weekends are so packed? Well, there's no respite forthcoming what with leaving for NY tonight and then touring the city for a week after visiting my parents and celebrating my Dad's 65th with the whole family. Last night Jeff told me he was looking forward to meeting the rest of my family, learning to cook from my mom, and getting to know my sister better. This man amazes me. Either he's lying through his teeth or he's just cut from very different cloth. If I were in his place, I'd be filled with dread. I don't like parents, but maybe it's because my relationship with my own is so fraught. Sigh. Wish us luck getting the last of our crap together before rushing to the BART for the plane!