Thursday, March 6, 2008

I have the most decadent life.

It's kind of ridiculous sometimes. Because...I mean, I don't have a family to take care of. I'm not married so I don't have those obligations/responsibilities. All I really have to do is take care of myself...which isn't very hard. This means that on days that I have to be at work at 1:30, such as today, I can stay in bed and do absolutely nothing until I have to leave. That is exactly what I've been doing this morning, and it's been wonderful.

Did I mention that I have a new bed? Oh, yes. It's AMAZING. I spent around $600 on it (basically my whole tax return), but it's a nice one and I'm sure that I'll have it forever. It's sooooo comfortable! It's a queen (I've only had twin size beds my whole life...except for that once when I shared a queen bed with Anna Laura)...and I bought those organic sheets from Target that I really like. I can't quite put into words how much I like this bed.

Anyway. I got plenty of sleep last night, so I've been dozing off and on this morning, setting my alarm in case I actually fell asleep. This dozing also includes listening to a Prairie Home Companion, finishing a story in the New Yorker, buying two new albums on iTunes (Jim Croce and the Wailin' Jennys -- the latter was on APHC and was rather impressive), eating two oranges and drinking some hot chai, blogging, watching a news report on roommate counseling (on which they spelled "roommate" two ways, one with two "m"s and one with one "m"), and texting Matt. It's been a great morning.

Plus, I cleaned my room last night, excluding the dresser and bookshelf which are still disorganized. The floor is mostly free of clothing and is also swept. The bedside tables are clean. Both have yellow hydrangeas and candles on them. It's so nice. I have such good taste.

I cleaned the living room and the bathroom, as well. Actually, I only mostly cleaned the bathroom. I need to wash the shower curtain but ran out of quarters. I'll get more at work tonight.

I've enjoyed work a lot more lately (as in, the last few months) than I have before. I think it's because I'm driven to reach a goal there...but whatever the reason, I think it's great. I don't dread going to work anymore -- I even kinda enjoy it sometimes. It's a very, very, very good thing. I hope I don't burn myself out soon. The whole management team really needs to start getting two days off every week.

I'm off to do more perusing on the internet. Maybe. Or maybe I'll read the article in the lastest National Geographic about animal intelligence. That looked interesting.

1 comment:

Katie said...

Haven't you had anymore days off in which to write?!

What's in My Journal (by William Stafford)

Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean
things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.
But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.
Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous
discards. Space for knickknacks, and for
Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beautify.
Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected
anyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind
that takes genius. Chasms in character.
Loud omissions. Mornings that yawn above
a new grave. Pages you know exist
but you can't f ind them. Somebody's terribly
inevitable life story, maybe mine.