What happened?
The bottom seems to have fallen out of my social life. I worked an entire weekend recently (so did Mr. W), I'm spending the weeks here in the flat whilst Mr. W works his fingers to the bone in [insert European city of choice], and last week I raced home from work three days of the four I worked (yay cricket!) just to get online and send out revised drafts of documents before American close of play. At least Mr. W wasn't here last week, otherwise I would have been annoyed at the way work was eating into my social time.
I was carting all of the recycling (mainly glass bottles *hic*) to the recycling area behind the flat at about 2000 this evening and it suddenly hit me that I should have arranged to go out after work - or even, that having got home before 2000 I should have called up a friend and arranged an impromptu get-together; it's not like everyone lives miles away, or even that eight pm is particularly late to start an evening's revellry. I got home from work unexpectedly early and didn't even take advantage of it - the one opportunity in the past three weeks and I didn't carpe the diem. How sad.
It's not as if I had something great planned for the evening that I couldn't bin at a moment's notice, having had the good fortune to get out of work on time. I was supposed to be spending time this evening tidying the junk on my desk. Step one was to find the desk in the first place. Step two was to list all the junk I need to sell on ebay. Step three was to do all of my filing, and step four (well really step three bee) was to dispose of the resulting mountain of paper that always forms when I do my filing. I had everything planned out. How boring is that. A beer, a meal (Mr. W's away so I was hankering after a pizza), and a methodical search for the desk (I know it's in the study but it's hiding).
Instead I spent the first part of the evening eating, the second part working out that the swishing sound when I walk is actually my bum dragging on the floor. The third part was spent calling a few friends (who I should have called earlier and just gone out and met up with) to moan about said bum issues.
So I'm off to bed, me and my saggy bum, in the hope that a good night's sleep will shrink the backside that is fast requiring its own postcode. Ah, the power of positive thought.
I was carting all of the recycling (mainly glass bottles *hic*) to the recycling area behind the flat at about 2000 this evening and it suddenly hit me that I should have arranged to go out after work - or even, that having got home before 2000 I should have called up a friend and arranged an impromptu get-together; it's not like everyone lives miles away, or even that eight pm is particularly late to start an evening's revellry. I got home from work unexpectedly early and didn't even take advantage of it - the one opportunity in the past three weeks and I didn't carpe the diem. How sad.
It's not as if I had something great planned for the evening that I couldn't bin at a moment's notice, having had the good fortune to get out of work on time. I was supposed to be spending time this evening tidying the junk on my desk. Step one was to find the desk in the first place. Step two was to list all the junk I need to sell on ebay. Step three was to do all of my filing, and step four (well really step three bee) was to dispose of the resulting mountain of paper that always forms when I do my filing. I had everything planned out. How boring is that. A beer, a meal (Mr. W's away so I was hankering after a pizza), and a methodical search for the desk (I know it's in the study but it's hiding).
Instead I spent the first part of the evening eating, the second part working out that the swishing sound when I walk is actually my bum dragging on the floor. The third part was spent calling a few friends (who I should have called earlier and just gone out and met up with) to moan about said bum issues.
So I'm off to bed, me and my saggy bum, in the hope that a good night's sleep will shrink the backside that is fast requiring its own postcode. Ah, the power of positive thought.
posted by Chaya at 9:50 pm
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