Sunday | The Daily Hello

I lead a boring life.  A very boring life, in fact.  And I like it like that.  I was sittin' here today in my spot doing computery things.  The boyfriend asked what my plans were for today… I said "I'm doing it".  He said, "You know the longer you sit there, the more likely you are to keep sitting there".  

Duh… to me, that's like saying "the longer you do what you like to do, the more likely you are to keep doing it."  That's the plan.

Activity snobs irritate me.  I like sitting at my computer and reading or writing or playing games of whatever else this little machine can do. If I were to spend the afternoon hiking or beaching or marketing fleas people would nod in some kind of understandable approval.  I don't understand why mental stimulation in one's free time is less valuable than physical stimulation. 

Of course it's important to have both – to use all parts of your humanity.  But I'll decide how to balance myself thank you. 

Sundays are weird days for me.  My sweetie's around, which I love on a certain level… but I also need my space on Sunday to do the Bible posts which require some thought – unlike my other posts.  I'm committed to the weekly Bible thing and I like doing it, but when I don't get my necessary space I find I am disappointed with the entry.  Oh well, there are worse things.

And tonight I have my monthly Sunday gig that I rarely look forward to but am always glad I did.  I need new songs though… if I have to f#%&ing sing Unchained Melody one more f#$%ing time… f#%&ing shoot me.

Slow to the joys of drink, I've only recently discovered Hennessy and since I don't have to work tomorrow, tonight might be the perfect night.  But how do you order it?  Do you order a shot of Hennessy?  I'll find out tonight – if they laugh at me, I'll know I did it wrong.

I'm discovering that I like hard liquor.  With straight hard liquor you know if it's good.  No disguising swill with fruity-vomit-inducing-syrupy-juicy stuff.  And with hard liquor, you KNOW you're drinking and may be less inclined to overdo it.  2 shots of Patron are perfect for me, but I can't sing well with it.  Tonight we'll see how I do with Hennessy.

The Ex's new girlfriend will be at the gig tonight and I'll have to watch what I say because apparently she is reading into everything I say.  I greet her with a friendly "hey, what's up!" and she thinks I think I know something is up.

I've babbled enough… see you tomorrow!

This morning I woke up and saw the shoes in this position. Either my boyfriend put his shoes on top of mine and is subconsciously asserting his dominance... or I've busted our shoes in some sort of secret tryst.... hmmm