truth bombs
Sunday night. Sitting at my desk where I wanna be. But wait, this post isn't going to be a downer but when you're a sociable woman of means, with a circle of friends and everyone just wants to keep going out and doing this and that and running all over the city, sometimes you have to put your foot down and say, hey. Listen. Sometimes a hoe just wants to sleep early.
Today I went to brunch, I went to get an ëxpress"mani+pedi (which is when they just clean up your nails without any of spa frills) and got sidelined doing a little shopping and went with a friend to pick up something she left at another friend's apartment...that's about 1.5 things more than my daily no more than 2 daily upheavals quota. On a Sunday. And it was fun! But also tiring. There were many conversations about how people interact, stereotyping, "male feminists", how unfair is unfair and other topics that can only be brought about by cheap Tiger beer.
The day before was also tiring in a way: we went swimming and went to dinner at my aunt and uncle's house before heading back. My uncle is about 3 weeks clear of some major brain surgery and he's up and about, healing well, which is great but he says he's so bored and starved for things to do so he's basically cooking and walking everyday, trying to reorganize the house and raise a preteen who is increasingly crankier by the day. I better invite him out to some museum or gallery or something before he explodes.
I also went to a workshop at the National Library for an art journaling workshop which was really nice, actually! And anyway, it was free, and forced me to draw. Which is always good.
Today I went to brunch, I went to get an ëxpress"mani+pedi (which is when they just clean up your nails without any of spa frills) and got sidelined doing a little shopping and went with a friend to pick up something she left at another friend's apartment...that's about 1.5 things more than my daily no more than 2 daily upheavals quota. On a Sunday. And it was fun! But also tiring. There were many conversations about how people interact, stereotyping, "male feminists", how unfair is unfair and other topics that can only be brought about by cheap Tiger beer.
The day before was also tiring in a way: we went swimming and went to dinner at my aunt and uncle's house before heading back. My uncle is about 3 weeks clear of some major brain surgery and he's up and about, healing well, which is great but he says he's so bored and starved for things to do so he's basically cooking and walking everyday, trying to reorganize the house and raise a preteen who is increasingly crankier by the day. I better invite him out to some museum or gallery or something before he explodes.
I also went to a workshop at the National Library for an art journaling workshop which was really nice, actually! And anyway, it was free, and forced me to draw. Which is always good.