why am i awake?
Sep. 4th, 2006 08:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I have been awake since 7:30. I was going to have a lie-in today! But I am awake.
Alas.
At least I'll get the laundry done. I've let it go longer than pretty much ever lately-- I do it once a week ever since we've moved somewhere with a washer and dryer, but due to going away last weekend, I didn't do it then. So Z ran out of socks on Saturday.
I told him to feel free to wash himself some, but he didn't.
So I am now. Hopefully those will be dry by the time he gets up and gets dressed.
There was sunshine shining in the window when I woke up, which made me a little excited. Z has the day off! Well, he doesn't really, but nobody's going to show up at his office, so, he might go in briefly and get a few things done, only the publisher's assistant decided he didn't need a key to get in anymore, so he can't get in if nobody's there. So maybe he won't go in after all, because, um, what good is it if he stands outside the door for twenty minutes ringing the doorbell on a federal holiday?
Also the boss is out of town on vacation. I asked a little snarkily if the boss is going to spend from 9-5 every week day locked in his sister's office getting work done while the rest of the family is away having fun, as a certain someone else did in order to be paid for 'a week off', but I somehow think not.
My sister Fiona texted me yesterday: her boyfriend has friends who live in Cheektowaga, so she was unexpectedly in town this weekend. I called her when I got out of work, and she said they were going out that night so she'd call me and we could meet up.
But they didn't even leave the house until 11:30, by which time Z was fast asleep.
I told her to call me in the morning. Am I so old? I didn't really feel like going to Buffalo Wild Wings (why, WHY, if you live in Cheektowaga, would you ever set foot in such a place? When out of town guests visit that is your excuse to visit Duff's or Anchor Bar-- the big name wing places! Alternately, you go downtown to the Buffalo Chicken Wing Festival! You do not go to a pretend wing joint with froufrou crap on their anemic chicken parts! Not that I'd never go there, but please. They went there last time Fiona was in town too. And it's not that you can't get good food in Buffalo at 11:30 on a Sunday night-- because you can. Buffalo's a third-shift kinda town. There's always places open. Not the city that never sleeps: No, we sleep, but we do it in shifts.) and then they were going to a titty bar---- but they weren't going to the good titty bars in Canada (Ontario's laws allow alcohol and full nudity, whereas New York's do not), they were going to some local dive.
Eh, suburbanites. I don't understand 'em.
So today should be fun, filled with laundry and perhaps some rollerskating. And, probably, a barbeque, although we're out of gas in our grill. Hm.
But WHY AM I AWAKE? I still have not answered this question, the question with which I began this entry. (A side note: the subject is always the first thing I type in an entry, which may be the reason why the subject usually has little to do with the essay that results. Titles should, properly, be created after the piece is finished...)
Alas.
At least I'll get the laundry done. I've let it go longer than pretty much ever lately-- I do it once a week ever since we've moved somewhere with a washer and dryer, but due to going away last weekend, I didn't do it then. So Z ran out of socks on Saturday.
I told him to feel free to wash himself some, but he didn't.
So I am now. Hopefully those will be dry by the time he gets up and gets dressed.
There was sunshine shining in the window when I woke up, which made me a little excited. Z has the day off! Well, he doesn't really, but nobody's going to show up at his office, so, he might go in briefly and get a few things done, only the publisher's assistant decided he didn't need a key to get in anymore, so he can't get in if nobody's there. So maybe he won't go in after all, because, um, what good is it if he stands outside the door for twenty minutes ringing the doorbell on a federal holiday?
Also the boss is out of town on vacation. I asked a little snarkily if the boss is going to spend from 9-5 every week day locked in his sister's office getting work done while the rest of the family is away having fun, as a certain someone else did in order to be paid for 'a week off', but I somehow think not.
My sister Fiona texted me yesterday: her boyfriend has friends who live in Cheektowaga, so she was unexpectedly in town this weekend. I called her when I got out of work, and she said they were going out that night so she'd call me and we could meet up.
But they didn't even leave the house until 11:30, by which time Z was fast asleep.
I told her to call me in the morning. Am I so old? I didn't really feel like going to Buffalo Wild Wings (why, WHY, if you live in Cheektowaga, would you ever set foot in such a place? When out of town guests visit that is your excuse to visit Duff's or Anchor Bar-- the big name wing places! Alternately, you go downtown to the Buffalo Chicken Wing Festival! You do not go to a pretend wing joint with froufrou crap on their anemic chicken parts! Not that I'd never go there, but please. They went there last time Fiona was in town too. And it's not that you can't get good food in Buffalo at 11:30 on a Sunday night-- because you can. Buffalo's a third-shift kinda town. There's always places open. Not the city that never sleeps: No, we sleep, but we do it in shifts.) and then they were going to a titty bar---- but they weren't going to the good titty bars in Canada (Ontario's laws allow alcohol and full nudity, whereas New York's do not), they were going to some local dive.
Eh, suburbanites. I don't understand 'em.
So today should be fun, filled with laundry and perhaps some rollerskating. And, probably, a barbeque, although we're out of gas in our grill. Hm.
But WHY AM I AWAKE? I still have not answered this question, the question with which I began this entry. (A side note: the subject is always the first thing I type in an entry, which may be the reason why the subject usually has little to do with the essay that results. Titles should, properly, be created after the piece is finished...)
