Feb 26 2003
I don’t know why I am such a doorknob sometimes. I knew I had to get up early today to take The Man to the airport, but I was too busy watching the Discovery Civilization channel and having a cat on my lap to go to bed earlier than normal. So, I fell asleep probably about 11:30 PM and got up at 4:45 AM to head to the airport. I meant to wait with The Man until his plane took off, but I think he knew I was about to fall asleep so he sent me home. The drive lasted forever. Listening to NPR and smoking cigarettes to keep myself awake. Gak. Finally got back to sleep around 7 AM and slept until noon, when The Man called to tell me he made it to St. Louis with no problem. He’ll be home Friday. Til then I am on my own.
So. . . now I’m sitting home alone, showered, made up, and hairstyled, trying to force myself to go out and get a coffee or go to the mall or do something other than sit around and watch TV. I’d like to take Vic out somewhere but she e-mailed yesterday to tell me she was feeling a bit under the weather, so she probably won’t be up for it.
I know what I want to do. I want to get a Web Cam so I can take grainy pictures of myself in front of my computer! Because who *wouldn’t* want to see that?
I’ve noticed that when left to my own devices I will not talk at all. I will sing, but not talk. I have gone whole days before without uttering one word, only to scare myself with the sound of my own voice when someone on TV or one of the cats does something abysmally stupid. I can’t let stupidity pass unremarked. So today, I haven’t spoken since early morning. I have spent time singing along with Guns N’ Roses and The Eagles, but I don’t count that as talking.