A study in the average and mundane.
Skiin' was cancelled today on account of Mont Gabriel being big fat lazy asses and not wanting to groom the ice from their trails so...
...I slept in. For the first time this year, it feels - and when I woke up, languishing amongst flannel sheets and too-bright rays of sunshine at 8am, I had no idea what to do with my day.
Not a one.
Sure, Paul and Ris who I'd seen last night wanted to go skating, and so did I, but calling them was the furthest thing from my mind.
Meeting the goths for breakfast like we did every Saturday before the ski team started was another option, and strangely enough I had a rather insistingly blinking message from Greg saying "Breakfast BREAKFAST" but I couldn't be bothered, either.
There wasn't enough hot water for a bath...
...and I didn't have the energy up for EQ...
I didn't bring my reading home since I'm heading in to work tommorrow, and I definitely didin't feel like going in today,
so I found my erotic porn stories online and masturbated lazily to them all morning.
David called, congratulating me on my day off, John returned from impromptu laundry detail and we read Shel Silverstein poetry at each other, wondering just why the world wasn't crazy and why we couldn't wear chocolate suits and eat soup made of hats.
The hot water came back, I took a bath, remembered that Hans wanted to go out tonight and I didn't feel like starting an EQ session for just a couple of hours.
So I heated up some split-pea soup that had been paying rent in my freezer since this summer when I'd made it, chowed down but good with a serious hunk of smoked cheese, and took a nap.
A nap! Can you imagine? We're talking the epitome of lazy days here...
And then the phone started ringing and plans were made, and I've got half an hour to be dressed and beautiful and find my way downtown to some clever new noodle place for dinner with Hans before we meet up with the boys to go see a flick.
Dinner and a movie. I can't remember the last time I've been to a movie, let alone dinner and a movie.
And I'm carrying a touch of regret with me at not having called the eight billion people I could have today, Princess and Kaff to see how she's doing, and Paul and Ris and Ian's crew and Greg and Betsy to see what help they needed with the linux box, and Tia to see how she's doing with the return of Dan from his conference in Vegas, and Steven just because I had time, and and and...
I'm sorry. I love you guys, but I needed my day off.
I needed to have an average, boring, utterly mundane, day.
Tommorrow is chaos as usual, I have to pick up my comics and meet people for brunch and find time to see Eric and his daughter who misses me, and head into work to get ahead of a slight mess I've gotten myself into, and go skating like I promised with everyone I promised it to and hopefully find David in the evening because all these erotic stories have me in a highly creative mood with no one to take them out on.
And I'm brewing myself a cup of coffee that someone brought me all the way from Columbia, and I am tainting it's purity with Amaretto cream, and I'm going to enjoy this cup to the last fucking syrupy slurp, since I haven't had much time for coffee lately either.