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this little day called sunday
Sunday, Oct. 21, 2001 - 8:17 P.M. Whatcha doin? he asks. Reading. What are you doing? Calling to see if we can come over and get drunk? I'm not doing anything. Y'all can come over. There was more to the conversation, you know stuff like how come you're not going anything else like watching a movie with anyone or going to a haunted house or something, but there were no invitations proffered by anyone to do those things so they came over here. We watched Life is Beautiful, and it was a good movie. Its starts out and if you think you know what its about, you are taken aback because it doesn't start out that way at all and then as the movie progresses and things start to happen and by the end the inevitable occurs but also it has a beautiful ending. I really liked it. I want to watch it again. Then we sat around and Michael read some of his crazy emails that he gets from a friend of his one of which I had him forward....it was so funny I think I will post it here.....hold on..... > Why did the chicken cross the road? Anyway besides that one, there were some other funny ones too. 4:00 a.m. rolled around and I made them get out of my room and I went to sleep. They went to sleep very shortly after, or at the very least they turned out the lights but I was probably asleep minutes after I lay down. Woke up surprisingly enough around 8:30 and tried to go back to sleep and was semi successful. GOt up took a shower and went into work for a couple of hours to make up for the hours I won't be able to work on Monday and Wednesday. truthfully it was just to be able to do nothing for a couple of hours and talk to Derek. I know that's the truth of it. I mean I guess I could have made the hours up some other time during the week, but this way I didn't really have to help customers and I could work leisurely. I scanned returns in the history and social science and science fiction/fantasy section. And talked to Derek. When it boils right down to it, he is my favorite person to work with and Martha scheduled us opposite shifts all week long. Apparently we get nothing done when we work together, which is bullshit, but still we have our share of fun. Anyway came back after a long two hour shift and found then still lounging about like a couple of loafers listening to music. Anyway other than that, I haven't done anything remotely fascinating at all. Such is my life today. But its a day of leisure so I won't complain. It has been such a long week. I am so tired. I want to sleep all day and all night. I want to just do nothing. TO stare at the ceiling, to breathe ever so shallow, to think of nothing more than my next breath, to feel only the sheet under my skin and the air above me, to ponder my dreams, bright flashing dreams that I won't remember which is good because of the energy I would expend. I shouldn't be so tired as this. I should be so ...... I'm overcome suddenly with this great feeling of lethargy, antipathy about everything. I've had a cookie and some chips today to eat and a Dr pepper or two. Maybe that's my problem, no real solid food. I have a fridge full of alcohol, not to mention a cabinet full of hard liquor. Part of me wants to go all at it and drink till I'm sick. Why is that? I haven't had anything today though. I almost didn't last night too, but I had a grand marnier shot, well actually I think I had two. I didn't really feel it. Michael seemed to be enjoying the rocking of the earth and the rolling of the room, but that was cuz he didn't eat much yesterday so what he drank had an effect on him. It was sort of humorous. And Katherine didn't seem to affected by her drinks. This entry is a bit...scary? Yeah that's it. I'm rambling all over the place. SO I should go. Read me later |
