Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Holy Freaking Boring

Wake up, sometime between 9:30am and 1pm.

Take care of responsibilities such as washing dishes, watering tomatoes, brushing teeth, checking email, looking for jobs, listing mini-fridge on Craigslist, etc.

Study fire fans and wish I had even a modicum of dancing intuition.

Make coffee.

Check TiVo suggestions.

Make a giant salad of mixed greens, a cut up tomato, and some intensely delicious salad dressing made by Annie, whoever she is.

Wait for Mack to wake up.

Kick laundry to the corner of the bedroom.

Feel concerned and impressed that we rarely ever have enough for a full load.

Check the mail.

Download podcasts.

Take a walk.

Research cameras, both SLRs and point and shoots.

Secretly wish for more money.

Make popcorn.

Feel annoyed that popcorn always burns in one spot in the middle.

Curse Orville Redenbacher.

Start making noise so Mack wakes up.

Save the lives of snails.

Sweep the porch.

Read Thomas Paine essays.

Have a glass of kefir.

Perform a frontal lobotomy.

6 comments:

Jen said...

I'm sending you my resume for review tomorrow ... now I know that you have no excuse not to give it a good proofread.

Ms. Thomas said...

Just checking my email now... Liz got here so my boredom subsided. She is an excellent cure.

Anonymous said...

Geez Ace. . .you may need a hobby?

Lisa said...

What happened to graduate school? That seems perfect for you.

Shanonita said...

watch out...boredom breeds...children : )

shethunkdat said...

I personally feel that saving the lives of snails is a worthwhile endeavor. Perhaps you should dedicate your life to saving all urban wildlife.

 
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