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I'm in another one of my Moods. Last night found me prone on the couch, whining at Bee. I was filled with such intelligent conversation-starters as, "I can't lift my arms!", "There's absolutely nothing I want to do!", and "Why are you asking me? I'm so BLAH that I don't even know why I'm BLAH!!"
I would have felt sorry for Bee, except that, as referenced above, I was too BLAH to feel anything other than BLAH.
Bee gets a little stir-crazy every winter. I think last night was my version of it. There was absolutely nothing I wanted to read, absolutely nothing I wanted to watch, and absolutely nothing I wanted to do.
Which made me realize how very important it is to be inspired. By something; anything. Yesterday, I was uninspired.
Today hasn't been much better.
However, I did just get my new book from the library:
Hopefully it will inspire me (and not fill me with self-loathing about my eating-habits).
Also, I am back in the swing of watching past seasons of The Office, which are always train-wreck-amusing.
In fact, I have huge plans for the rest of my evening. Seeing as how Tuesday nights are supposed to be my night off from Mr. C-duty, I usually go to the cheapie theater to see a movie for a dollar. Unfortunately, the same uninspiring movies offered last night are still uninspiring tonight (I was so desperate, I almost paid good money to see Pitch Perfect) . . .
. . . so I've had to update my Night Out plans.
Revised Night Out Plan:
Step #1 (COMPLETE): Flounder through Step Class at the gym (to make up for what I know will happen in Step #4)
Step #2 (IN PRODUCTION): Go to the library and get online. Delight in being able to write without Mr. C hanging on me, S.B. interrupting because he needs the computer for homework, and Bee wondering aloud why I'm on this site again and if I'm "boycotting doing the dishes" (because I only loaded the dishwasher twice today and left the pots and pans for over 24 hours.) (For once.) (Not, obviously, that I'm bitter.)
Step #3: Write a blog post. Any blog post. It doesn't even have to be good (and, obviously, it's not): just write something to allow movement past BLAH and towards BLAZING. (Baby steps, people)
Step #4: Go home and shower. Because you need it, sister.
Step #5: Make a heaping bowl of pesto pasta, dig up some dead chocolate from the back of the pantry.
Step #6: Ignore the look of censure from the males of your family, who are undoubtedly in the living room watching TV, and instead bring your plate of carbohydrates upstairs to your bedroom, close the door, and watch an Office marathon whilst carb-loading.
Step #7: Pretend like you won't get interrupted six times. Resist the urge to lock the bedroom door again, because -- although it may be the only way you'll ever get a moment alone at home -- it's not worth Bee's irritated proclamation that it's "RUDE!". (Again, obviously, not that I'm bitter.)
Step #8: DO NOT FEEL GUILTY.
Step #9: I MEAN IT.
Step #10: GLOAT IN YOUR ANTI-SOCIALNESS.
Night Out Plan Complete.
Boy of boy, do I have a lot to look forward to! I bet you all are jealous!
I would have felt sorry for Bee, except that, as referenced above, I was too BLAH to feel anything other than BLAH.
Bee gets a little stir-crazy every winter. I think last night was my version of it. There was absolutely nothing I wanted to read, absolutely nothing I wanted to watch, and absolutely nothing I wanted to do.
Which made me realize how very important it is to be inspired. By something; anything. Yesterday, I was uninspired.
Today hasn't been much better.
However, I did just get my new book from the library:
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| (thanks for the IntelliQuest suggestion) |
Hopefully it will inspire me (and not fill me with self-loathing about my eating-habits).
Also, I am back in the swing of watching past seasons of The Office, which are always train-wreck-amusing.
In fact, I have huge plans for the rest of my evening. Seeing as how Tuesday nights are supposed to be my night off from Mr. C-duty, I usually go to the cheapie theater to see a movie for a dollar. Unfortunately, the same uninspiring movies offered last night are still uninspiring tonight (I was so desperate, I almost paid good money to see Pitch Perfect) . . .
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| (remember, I'm 34) |
. . . so I've had to update my Night Out plans.
Revised Night Out Plan:
Step #1 (COMPLETE): Flounder through Step Class at the gym (to make up for what I know will happen in Step #4)
Step #2 (IN PRODUCTION): Go to the library and get online. Delight in being able to write without Mr. C hanging on me, S.B. interrupting because he needs the computer for homework, and Bee wondering aloud why I'm on this site again and if I'm "boycotting doing the dishes" (because I only loaded the dishwasher twice today and left the pots and pans for over 24 hours.) (For once.) (Not, obviously, that I'm bitter.)
Step #3: Write a blog post. Any blog post. It doesn't even have to be good (and, obviously, it's not): just write something to allow movement past BLAH and towards BLAZING. (Baby steps, people)
Step #4: Go home and shower. Because you need it, sister.
Step #5: Make a heaping bowl of pesto pasta, dig up some dead chocolate from the back of the pantry.
Step #6: Ignore the look of censure from the males of your family, who are undoubtedly in the living room watching TV, and instead bring your plate of carbohydrates upstairs to your bedroom, close the door, and watch an Office marathon whilst carb-loading.
Step #7: Pretend like you won't get interrupted six times. Resist the urge to lock the bedroom door again, because -- although it may be the only way you'll ever get a moment alone at home -- it's not worth Bee's irritated proclamation that it's "RUDE!". (Again, obviously, not that I'm bitter.)
Step #8: DO NOT FEEL GUILTY.
Step #9: I MEAN IT.
Step #10: GLOAT IN YOUR ANTI-SOCIALNESS.
Night Out Plan Complete.
Boy of boy, do I have a lot to look forward to! I bet you all are jealous!
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