Well now, this weekend has so far been full of frivolity. Ok, that's getting carried away a bit. But I actually have had a weekend thus far where I could just simply relax. Of course, there was a reason behind it...always is.
Friday night my upstairs neighbor Hank wanted someone to drink with, so I obliged. We each consumed quite a bit of wine...in fact, it led to a very rough night. So yesterday, while I wasn't hungover, I definitely didn't have the normal unbounded energy that is typical of me. Methinks my major drinking days are over...eh, whatever. A night of ill tummy feelings followed by a day of lounging around isn't all that bad, is it?
Yeah, it is...or it could be. Eh, we shall see.
I got recently accused of never going out...at which point I scoffed in that person's general direction. Define going out, I quipped. I mean, I go to the park regularly to watch the birds, gaze upon a idyllic scene, and read a book. Sometimes I go off for a drive to the coast or to the valley, just to get away from everyone here and be around people there. Just yesterday I spent the day out...ok, it was outside, working on my plants, but still. I'm not dark and tanned, but I do have color on my skin...doesn't that prove that I've been going out?
(This mini semantics lesson brought to you by George Carlin...may you rest in peace, wherever you are...and thank you for explaining the airline safety talk so eloquently.) (By the way, if you aren't knowledgeable of the Good Mr. Carlin and his lectures, there are cuss words...may not be safe for public viewing...then again...)
I have now less than 2 weeks left in the old apartment, and I'm feeling very anxious. Yes, I have some wonderful memories here, but at the same time I cannot wait to get out of here into a place that's twice as big, in an area that I love, and right next to work. There is a forecast for 100% chance of change in my life, and I'm liking those odds. Of course, my horoscope for the week isn't quite as rosy:
Saturn remains a control freak in your fame house despite Venus's nifty notions. The question arises: Just who's on top? Despite persistent rumors to the contrary, power for it's own sake just isn't your thing. Of course, that doesn't mean you want people power tripping on you. This week, you may be forced to remove the pink gloves.
So does that mean that I'm going to have to get my hands dirty, so to speak, to get things done? How is this different than any other week? Eh, just as long as I don't get harassed by my landlord or anyone else, I'll be fine. Hmmm, maybe the crankiness has already set in. Ok, time to go run away.