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it's that time again.
It's Friday afternoon, it must be time for me to write, to make some sort of last ditch effort to kill time before going home for the weekend while also, perhaps, trying to neatly wrap up my day/week/life.
Unfortunately, I have nothing pressing to discuss at this juncture.
I really want to go home and take a nap and not do anything, but I feel there's this stigma to Friday evenings that I'm somehow not allowed to do that without it either being a) depressing/sad/lonely, or b) a deliberate decision to have a by myself meeting. I don't think it's either. I mean, I sort of don't want to be social, but I also don't want to be listless and bored. I don't really have any expendable income, espeically since I did a quick balance of the checkbook (i.e. examine my monthly statment and make sure it lines up) and discovered that a check hasn't cleared yet. And I have no idea when it will (it's not a bill, it was more an exchange of funds for the final four pool I entered on someone else's behalf, so who knows when they'll deposit it). So I probably should NOT go clothes shopping at the thrift store after work, as I orginally planned. I'm thinking I won't even rent a movie, I'll just watch one I own. I might finish my mixtape to submit to the various local, non-commercial (i.e. college) radio stations. And of course I have piles of books and magazines that need to be read.
I think it's nights like these that my neighborhood makes me feel old and boring. It's such the nightspot, with drag queens having fights outside our window on Wednesday evenings, and drunken frat boys who are "slumming" yelling it up on weekend nights. And the warmer the weather, the more active the public. Perhaps this will finally motivate me to install the window a/c units. Not because it's really that hot, but because then we can shut the window and keep much of the noise out. And then play my Anita Baker records in peace
Unfortunately, I have nothing pressing to discuss at this juncture.
I really want to go home and take a nap and not do anything, but I feel there's this stigma to Friday evenings that I'm somehow not allowed to do that without it either being a) depressing/sad/lonely, or b) a deliberate decision to have a by myself meeting. I don't think it's either. I mean, I sort of don't want to be social, but I also don't want to be listless and bored. I don't really have any expendable income, espeically since I did a quick balance of the checkbook (i.e. examine my monthly statment and make sure it lines up) and discovered that a check hasn't cleared yet. And I have no idea when it will (it's not a bill, it was more an exchange of funds for the final four pool I entered on someone else's behalf, so who knows when they'll deposit it). So I probably should NOT go clothes shopping at the thrift store after work, as I orginally planned. I'm thinking I won't even rent a movie, I'll just watch one I own. I might finish my mixtape to submit to the various local, non-commercial (i.e. college) radio stations. And of course I have piles of books and magazines that need to be read.
I think it's nights like these that my neighborhood makes me feel old and boring. It's such the nightspot, with drag queens having fights outside our window on Wednesday evenings, and drunken frat boys who are "slumming" yelling it up on weekend nights. And the warmer the weather, the more active the public. Perhaps this will finally motivate me to install the window a/c units. Not because it's really that hot, but because then we can shut the window and keep much of the noise out. And then play my Anita Baker records in peace
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