To quote Big Edie, today's "a God-damned beautiful day" and I'm wasting it.
Or at least it feels like I am.
In my defense, I am still a bit sick. Thursday was particularly rough, and I had planned to take a sick day on Friday. Friday morning I decided to go into work, and don't you know, had to sub for some asshole who decided to take the day off.
I went to bed promptly at 6 pm last night and woke up feeling a bit better, with a wonderful, cool sunny day before me.
Feeling the obligation to do something, this morning I drove off to the library, looked around...had lunch at a suburban McDonalds (which, for the nearly complete absence of English speakers there, could have been in Ciudad Juarez for all I'd have known)...and now I'm back here, under Raoul, my electric blanket.
I'd thought of taking myself to a movie, but that's gotten a bit old, since I take myself to a movie pretty much every week. It's getting to be an expensive date, and besides I never seem to put out, so why bother.
A few weeks ago, facing a similar situation (but a less pretty day) I called five friends. That didn't quite work out, and I gave up number six.
I think I saw "Juno" that day. (Good, cute enough, but not quite as good as the hype.)
Ok, I've decided I'm turning off Raoul and going for a drive.