I did nothing today
Mmm, detergent. My sweatshirt smells like detergent as I lay on my belly on the bed typing on livejournal. Today I have obsessively attempted on several occassions, unsuccessfully for the most part, to clip Bug's claws. This has caused me to worry over the fact that our bond is faltering from my being out of town all the time. He used to just hand me his paw but now he wriggles and whines and pulls away. He has become such a hooligan. Anyway, today I have also made a salad, taken a shower, had my best hair day in a while (which no one but Bug will ever see), watched countless minutes of Morrissey related videos on YouTube (when I am bored, old habits resurface). I have also watched an absolutely shameful amount of Emmy Award coverage just because it was on causing me to feel useless and crass. The neurotically self-obsessed thoughts that occurred to me over the course of the day have been: I should eat better, I should work out, I wish I was a creatively fruitful individual, I AM a creatively frustrated individual, I hope I don't get a trip tomorrow, and I wish I could have a good conversation with Morrissey (when I am bored, old habits resurface). Miscellaneously, I worried about plane crashes and hurricanes, made faces at Bug, did a face mask (God bless tourmaline and mushroom extracts, I don't know what they do, but damn my skin looks nice), and mused over my tendancy to overuse parenthesis. A big chunk of time was spent looking up flight attendant friends on MySpace and finding out who has flown with whom as well as on CCS determining my per diem for the month, who is flying tommorrow and where and making my day off trades. I did nothing today. So you see it's not all walks in Paris, moonlit dinners on a beach in Lisbon, bars in Glasgow etc. Ha!