I’m not going to lie, I’m really boring. I don’t do much as it is, so when C. told me he was going out of town, I figured that maybe I could use this opportunity to see how boring I really am.
Or maybe, just maybe, find out I’m interesting in disguise.
Day one has panned out pretty much exactly how I expected. Woke up massively early to send C. off to the airport, went back to bed. Couldn’t fall asleep, so I got up and wrote some blogs.
Then, I stared at the Billion Dollar Babes sale for like an hour. You know how a watched pot never boils? Well, as it turns out, prices don’t go down on items just because I’m trying to will them with my mind.
I decided then that I was home alone for good. So, I made breakfast.
Frozen pizza (with extra gruyere cheese) and chocolates.
Then, I watched the Tour de France (and if you ever call it the “Tour de Lance” around me, I will beat your face in. See? This is what happens when I’m alone. I get hostile!), which really was kind of boring since the first breakaway ended up winning… I like a little more feist in my cycling.
The next few hours are kind of hazy. I think I just hung out for a while.
Then, around four, I decided to make some caramelized onions, and did so… with beer. My vegan food of choice. Went downstairs, nothing was on TV, so I started watching a movie.
Why on earth I chose Erin Brockovich is beyond me. But, I love Albert Finney, so I just went with it.
Had another chocolate, came upstairs, checked the Tigers score (3-2 in the bottom of the 7th, go Grrs!)… and I’m pretty much back here.
So, essentially, my day has sucked. I will attempt to brighten it up by showing you this positively hilarious picture of me and A. A.’s wearing her Cheezburger shirt and eating, you guessed it, a cheeseburger. I’m giving her the thumbs up.
See? That makes everything better.
Love,
JP
Ed. Note: Stupid fucking Tigers. It’s now 5-3 Yankees in the bottom of the 7th. Crap.
