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Aug. 21st, 2005 08:54 pmDuring the week, I am so anxious to spend all my time at home. I constantly think of things that I would be doing if I were here. I yearn for a few spare moments to get my stuff done. Today is a hard-fought-for day since we should be visiting family and I put up with the guit to get to stay home. M got up and started being productive right away. I, on the other hand, have been sitting idly in front of this stupid screen without a bit of interest in doing something. I'm not even having fun sitting here. Yet, the thought of going downstairs to do something else is painful, and don't even get me started about going outside. I'm so freaking apathetic lately.
After I wrote that paragraph, I ended up downstairs staring blindly at the television. The Hot Chick was on TV and I gotta say.. that was a pretty darned stupid movie. But, that really doesn't bother me all that much anyway, so I guess that's okay. Then there was more angsting about being bored, and so the boy took me off to Penn Station for dinner, and we did some grocery shopping in the luxury Kroger. There are two Krogers in this town and ours sucks. I hate it. This one is really nice, but inconveniently located.. this is just the second time we've been there because of said inconvenience factor.
Yesterday I meant to post about a conversation I had with my mom. We were peeling eggs at the kitchen sink, and she made a comment about how I never call her. So I started pointing out all the things that were wrong with me--all things that had been discussed in the two hours we had been with them so far. In summary, I am obsessive-compulsive, I can't keep my mouth shut, I don't call my mother and my ears get too hot. "And here in a minute you're gonna start in on how I don't come over often enough. I WONDER WHY," I said. It was all in fun. Except the comment about my ears, that was a particularly vicious moment. Last week when the air conditioning was broken, she called me on my cellphone to ask if the a/c was back on. Then we kept on talking, until I finally said I had to go because my ears were burning. Hey, cell phones get hot! Especially when it's already 85 degrees in your house! My mom's pet peeve is for the person who was called to suggest hanging up before the person who did the calling. I knew when I said it that I'd pay for it but oh, goodness, WERE MY EARS HOT.
It's hard work being me, you know.
After I wrote that paragraph, I ended up downstairs staring blindly at the television. The Hot Chick was on TV and I gotta say.. that was a pretty darned stupid movie. But, that really doesn't bother me all that much anyway, so I guess that's okay. Then there was more angsting about being bored, and so the boy took me off to Penn Station for dinner, and we did some grocery shopping in the luxury Kroger. There are two Krogers in this town and ours sucks. I hate it. This one is really nice, but inconveniently located.. this is just the second time we've been there because of said inconvenience factor.
Yesterday I meant to post about a conversation I had with my mom. We were peeling eggs at the kitchen sink, and she made a comment about how I never call her. So I started pointing out all the things that were wrong with me--all things that had been discussed in the two hours we had been with them so far. In summary, I am obsessive-compulsive, I can't keep my mouth shut, I don't call my mother and my ears get too hot. "And here in a minute you're gonna start in on how I don't come over often enough. I WONDER WHY," I said. It was all in fun. Except the comment about my ears, that was a particularly vicious moment. Last week when the air conditioning was broken, she called me on my cellphone to ask if the a/c was back on. Then we kept on talking, until I finally said I had to go because my ears were burning. Hey, cell phones get hot! Especially when it's already 85 degrees in your house! My mom's pet peeve is for the person who was called to suggest hanging up before the person who did the calling. I knew when I said it that I'd pay for it but oh, goodness, WERE MY EARS HOT.
It's hard work being me, you know.
