I love days off. I just wish someone else had Tuesday off. Instead of joyous days of fun (despite the heat), I'm sitting here in my apartment, putting off laundry and watching swing videos. There are several things I could be doing that could even be construed as 'fun' (laundry of course being excluded) such as but not limited to:
Spending my Borders giftcard
Playing Minesweeper
Hanging out at Bookmans
Eating an Eegee
Writing to Fraser
Playing with my new mp3 player/ jump drive
However, none of these things sound very thrilling right now, so instead I'm blogging, which is a damn sight better than all the things I should be doing:
Laundry (going commando is not an option)
Mopping (only slightly less repulsive than laundry)
Returning my enormous stack of books leftover from this semester's research to the library
Visiting Grandpa
Paying rent (ok, that one I'll definitely get done today)
Cleaning out under my bed
Taking my old clothes to Goodwill
Getting my brakes checked
So here I am, alone and procrastinating, waiting for someone to get off of work so I can go play. What's especially frustrating is that last night was a very good time. Eric, MikeE, his girlfriend Chrissy and his brother Andy and I all went driving around. It was great...we took Eric's X-terra over a seriously fun (read: seriously damaging) dirt road about 8 times and then just drove around Vail, looking for hills to speed over and just talking. It reminded me of times in Flagstaff when Andy and PJ and I would just go driving, usually with beer, and usually with PJ doing something stupid and reckless. Take away reckless PJ and the beer, and that was last night. Good times.
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