I woke up this morning, bright and early at 7:00. “Hurrah,” I said, “It’s the first day of my Christmas vacation. Today, I must clean this apartment. It’s filthy, and there isn’t a clean dish in the whole place. After I’ve cleaned, I will write my lesson plans for January, and then I’ll spend an hour in the gym and make a light pasta for supper. Yes, it’s a healthy and productive day for me!”
After saying that, I logged on to the internet for five full hours, much of it spent on the Dope.
Then I had a lunch of BBQ potato chips and took a long nap.
After my nap, I watched my new two-disc ‘Finding Nemo’ in its entirety, including all the documentaries and both the widescreen and fullscreen versions of the movie.
Then I put on ‘Winged Migration,’ realized that it was hours and hours of pictures of birds flying, and that I just wasn’t in the mood, and logged onto the Dope for another hour, which brings us to the present.
At this moment, I am seriously considering ordering a pizza just because any other food choice would involve either washing the dishes or leaving the house. I am deterred from ordering a pizza by the fact that in order to receive delivery, I would feel obligated to put on pants.
Would it be ordering the pizza to avoid washing dishes that makes me a complete waste of oxygen? Or have I already passed that point at some time during the day? And if I have, what was the turning point?
The only way your day could become better would be if chocolate was somehow involved. Chocolate ice cream, chocolate creme Oreos, chocolate cream pie, chocolate whipped cream – or all four in a symphony of chocolatey goodness. To be eaten out of an enormous mixing bowl with one of those giant wooden salad forks. Mmm, chocolate. I think angels must survive on chocolate. It is so good. Way better than any yogurt.
I’m in college. I try to spend every day I can like you did. If I had the money to order pizza, I would eat it every day. That and Chinese food. Those two in the same day, plus pjs would be heaven. Add the chocolate and I would suddenly be an angel.
And who needs pants? I mean, honestly. I’m sure the delivery guy has seen worse. Just wrap a blanket around you and smile sweetly when he looks askance. Who needs pants?
Big plans for the day, including cleaning and healthy meals? Check.
Any of it done? Nope.
I just got back from the store where I bought a Frozen Pizza because I read don’t ask’s thread about pizza in Cafe Society and got the hankering.
Pajamas on, beer in fridge, lots of videos.
Nothing wrong with all that.
Enjoy your vacation, school will be starting soon enough
I have now ordered pizza and slipped on a pair of sweatpants over my sleeping T-shirt. And- what’s this on the bookshelf? Why, how could I forget that just the other day I bought the two-disc ‘Matrix Reloaded’ and never got around to watching it? Such a clumsy oversight.
No, Spider, this isn’t typical. In fact, I keep so industrious and productive that I feel actual guilt at all I haven’t done today. Maybe that’s a character flaw, and I should try to correct it by not doing anything tomorrow, either.
And what do you know, lillalette… your post reminded me that I did get some chocolate as a Christmas gift, and it’s sitting in the fridge right now. Convenient, that.
There’s now way you could be an “utter, hopeless loser” Fisher. I mean, “where there’s life, there’s hope” and stuff like that. So as long as you’re actually alive and not some zombie or something, the “hopeless” part is out.
To find out if you are truely alive, you’ll have to pinch yourself. If you go “ow!” then you’re alive. If not, try again in a few minutes and pinch a little harder.
Unless that’s too much trouble. Then, it was nice knowing ya.
(Did you find the “Easter Egg” in the encyclopedia thingy? That one was funny.)
Observation 2: sweatpants over a T-shirt? I know what you mean, but when I first saw it my mind was assailed by two conflicting very worrying visions, neither of which would be appropriate for a pizza man.
PS. If you’re normally tidy, great! A day off for once won’t hurt. The guilt is part of the thrill Just don’t make a habit of it.
No, no, no. You’re not a hopeless loser. I, however, am well on my way.
I am on my…10th or so day of winter break. I did work two days last week, but those shifts were only four hours each. I have done the dishes a couple of times, but only out of desperation. I have also sent out a couple of resumes, but only to relieve stress about the job search. Well, and to possibly find a job.
Have I cleaned the apartment yet? Nope, almost 3 more weeks to get that done. Have I taken many naps so that it feels like a scheduled part of my day now? Absolutely. 2:30ish rolls around, and I’m yawning and looking at the sofa.
Sluggishness is essential sometimes, especially on the first day of vacation. Pizza is also good. And I open the door to the pizza guy in my pajama pants all the time. As long as they get paid and tipped, I figure they don’t care.
I am probably more of a loser than you are if we are going by productivity analysis.
My day: Played on internet, went to Long John Silvers for lunch. watched tv. Played on internet. browsed through catalogs. made pasta for dinner. overate. played on internet. watched news for sports (go Mountaineers!). watched tv. now I am on the net.
Full and productive day. I am a college student and for us there is no shame in vegging on our vacations. As leafrong said, school will start soon enough.
The pizza has been eaten. Looking back at my previous post, I can see that I was a bit sloppy in my description of my pants. The pants are indeed on my legs, and more correctly could be described as under my T-shirt. The pizza guy was not scandalized to any great degree, unless my pink robe horrified himi.
Next, I think, a bath, as I neglected bathing this morning.
And then… well, there’s chocolate, and there’s beer, and there’s wine. But I think I need to choose one. I don’t think beer and chocolate really go well together, personally. And I don’t really like beer all that well, and only have it in the fridge because I was going to bring it to a party I didn’t end up going to. And if I choose the wine, I’m committed to half a bottle tonight and half tomorrow, as I don’t want to waste it and I must leave for the holiday on Wednesday.
Life is full of difficult choices, isn’t it?
There’s also probably at least one, and maybe two, Netflix videos in the mail, but that would involve going down to the apartment complex lobby, which almost certainly requires shoes, considering the snow on the landing.
Then again, maybe not. I have no shame about going down to the lobby unwashed and in my pajamas.
