Yep, you read the title correctly, I wasted the weekend.
So, if I wasn’t writing this weekend, what did I do? Well, I did get some things done. I can see most of the kitchen again. I actually hung my clothes up after they finished in the dryer, while I was still in the
freezing cold meat locker basement. Honestly, I feel that we could hang meat in the basement and the USDA and so forth would be like ‘yeah cool, you maximize that space!”
It’s probably been a month since I finished laundry from wash to hang. There’s a lot more that needs to be done, and it seems that I cannot get motivated to do it. I also played some Skyrim Saturday and Sunday. Why play an adventure RPG when I should be writing? Well, because it gets my mind off the story, at least the front of my mind. Sometimes you just need to put the story in the back of your mind, kind of like you put a roast into the oven. When you put in a roast, you can’t keep opening the door every fifteen minutes because then it’ll end up either taking even longer to cook or it’ll end up cutting like shoe leather. No one wants to eat shoe leather.
I also tortured my muse for my last assignment. I thought I had an extra day to flesh out a story, but I didn’t. I basically grabbed my muse, stuck my hand down her throat and ripped her spine and innards out. The story still wasn’t finished, but she hasn’t quite recovered from that. I left her shaking and twitching on the floor.
I can’t tell you the last time my daughter and I just ran around town. I mentioned I was going to Sally’s to pick up my hair color, developer, and bottle to recolor my hair. Per usual, she asks what color, which never fails to amuse me. It’s always red, the brightest red, without being like FF0000 red. (If you don’t know HEX Codes, that’s the brightest red – kind of like clown red.) The ION number code for my color is literally 66.66. It’s color name is “Dark Intense Red Blonde”. Why the fuck they have ‘blonde’ in there I’ll never know because there is nothing blonde about this color.
She decided to come along and then talked me into going to Dunkin Donuts, which is not in the direction towards Sally’s, but I was like “Ooh, coffee me.” so we went there first. She bought donuts, I paid for our coffees, then we headed to Sally’s. And she needed to stop at CVS. By the time we got home, it was mid-afternoon. I started coloring my hair shortly after that. Which turned out not to be my best job, by the way.
Normally, the Little Lady is not home when I color my hair. The bathroom door is shut, the window is open, and the vent is on. When I do it this way, I have access to mirrors to see front and back, so that I can make sure I get all the roots. Let’s just say it’s a good thing I never wear my hair up. I’m debating on picking up a root kit at some point to take care of them next weekend.
I also can’t tell you the last time we went out to dinner. The Kids (daughter and her boyfriend) are planning to get their own apartment shortly after she graduates and they are currently picking up things here and there for the apartment. After I finished my hair and had a little bit of down time, we went to Sam’s Club to pick up containers, a trash can, and some other things. I told them to pick somewhere to eat and I’d treat them to dinner after the shopping trip. Obviously, smart kids, they jumped on free food.
Having a night out with the kids was the best thing ever. We laughed, we ate, we had a good time. The waitress was a hoot. I like servers who have a personality, that like to joke around, that are happy – even if they fake it. Especially, if you fake it well. I tend to tip serving staff based more on their attitude towards us than their skill at serving. Now, don’t get me wrong – if you bring me the wrong food or it’s cold, then I’ll be like ‘Uh, hey’ but otherwise, be in good spirits, joke with us, and you’ll probably get a good tip from me.
Downtime is Good
Sometimes you need a day or two to process things. Me? I’m turning forty on Friday. Yes, FORTY. It’s ridiculous. I don’t FEEL forty, which is a good thing. I know most people my age look much older because life has just run them over a few too many times. Thanks to excellent genetics, not smoking, rarely drinking, and staying the fuck home, I will probably never look my age. Notice I didn’t include regular exercise in there? Yeah… I walk at the park and I’m considering cancelling my gym membership because I’d have to login to tell you the last time I went and that means hoping that my password is saved in the browser.
No worries, I’ll have Masturbation Monday for you later today. And I’ll get back to writing … probably tomorrow because there’s still more work to do around the house. And yes, I know I should do something every day, but when you feel the way I have the past couple of weeks… then talk to me.