Some people talk and you hear a bell ring, some people talk and you can't hear a thing

[raybear]

This morning I woke up at my usual time, which is a usual Saturday thing. AFter a week of getting up near the 7 am hour, my body doesn't break the habit right away. I didn't mind since I fell asleep around 11:30 after getting accidentally drunk. This is what happens when I go from consistently having a few drinks a week, spread out over a few evenings to never drinking a lot (but smoking up a storm). I become a cheap date. Half a bottle of red wine and I became cocky and horny and somewhat belligerent. But damn am I a tease, even to myself. I went to bed and immediately became this cuddly baby bear squirming around with the sheets and pillows and Sophie, drifting off to sleep not too long after a few minutes with the vibrator and then my face hitting the pillowcase. So much for talking big.

Last night I opened the beaujolais because it had been sitting there for weeks and needed to be consumed when we were both there since we both bought it. And I made eggplant cutlets with al dente pasta with burgundy marinara sauce and Miles Davis was playing in the next room, so opening a bottle of wine to get tipsy while eating a late dinner on Friday night just seemed right. This is how it is. I hang christmas lights in november and leave them up until June, and sometimes I pretend I live in NYC but just as often I pretend I live in Chicago, and I buy fruity scented candles from the drugstore to burn in the bathroom, and I dance with my dog while singing to her, and I subscribe cheaply to Esquire magazine but never ever read an issue, just leaving it out for random houseguests to peruse then I throw them away six months later or just as often they get used in art projects, and sometimes I go through phases where I only want to watch movies I've seen before but now that phase is over.

And then sometimes I leave the burner on to keep the pasta warm and the cheap plastic collander melts onto the pot and ruins them both while also filling the apartment with toxic gas. But that's why we have windows that open and fans that turn and incense to burn.

This morning I took the dog out and made a huge breakfast of two eggs over medium and toast and apple-pork sausages and then I went right back to bed and slept for nearly two hours. Now I will have coffee and things will be right with the world even though I need a new pot and I don't have much money (at least until Friday) and across the world cities are on fire and people think this is okay. But sometimes you have to do laundry, in the midst of everything falling apart because it's just what you have to do.

Comments

[masscooper.livejournal.com]

But sometimes you have to do laundry, in the midst of everything falling apart because it's just what you have to do.

Exactly. My friends page is such a source of wise sayings. Also wise-asses, but that's good too.

wake up caller

[sean7232.livejournal.com]

if i had known you actually get up on the weekends too, i would have buzzed while the morning wood was still fresh and then maybe some of your red wine buzz could have been reawakened too...instead, you got a post-wood grump ass...but since you were heading out, i decided to post my lovely story instead before my bike trek

[nineinchlovely.livejournal.com]

point of order.. a least some of those christmas lights you are referring to were hung by lil' ol' me and therefore do not count in your christmas light hanging quota/ration.