Day Whatever
Nooooooooooooo.
The upstairs is alive with the pitter-patter of Uggs and winter boots. Somehow I tricked myself into believing I would be upstairs-neighbor-free until summer. Not so! It will be interesting to find out how much attention my brain will dedicate to him/her moving around doing living things.
What needs to happen is me moving to a 3rd floor apartment. Mmmm, I would love it! Another thing I would love: having 3rd floor money.
On the docket today: not staying in my apartment but staying long enough to clean it, chicken parmesan and coming up with better things to do with my time.
What I need is The Book. And by The Book I mean that wonderful, over-the-top page-turner that compels me to drop everything and read (we called that DEAR time, in school ::snort::). I broke my habit and my preference by greatly anticipating then immeeeediately reading this book by one of the few authors I actually look forward to. And now that its over, nothing matches up to the anticipation and awesomeness, and in combinational with the seasonal cold-weather blah all I really feel like doing is involving my tv in most of my at-home stuff.
It is a stupid issue that is a clearly first-world problem. But my preoccupation with reading is what keeps me from a preoccupation with electronic stuff. So right now, the electronic stuff is winwinwinning.
A while ago I created a profile on an online dating/social site – part boredom, part curiosity – and after a week disabled it. Then one of my friends came over and wanted to look at my profile so I spun it up. Now I can’t disable it for another week so I’m getting messages again. And again, first-world problems! It’s kind of fun; I do like finding people to talk to in a non-stressful environment – people who want to talk to ME, by choice – and this gives me the opportunity to pick and choose how involved I want to be.
But I also don’t want it to teach me that I can manage my in-person relationships in the same way. A function of a real-life relationship is taking the good with the bad, and I need work on that already!
Well, onward. The chicken ain’t gonna parmesan itself.
