Don’t get me wrong, I *just * got home. I like going out and having a good time as much as the next person, but at night, I’m usually home. Particularly since I’m home alone tonight and therefore feel safer being home anyway, since no one would know where I was.
I’m not on the dating scene, being happily involved, and to me that’s the main reason for regularly being out nights.
So I’ve got some Indian music on, something I can do since *he’s * away, and am chatting and surfing online and generally enjoying myself. Late tonight I’m expecting a phone call.
I’m home and drunk and depressed, yay! My house is full of people watching football, but I feel like watching some Buffy, or some porn, or possibly both, and drinking until I don’t remember why I’ve been so bummed about everything of late.
The wife is in Boston for medical stuff, so I am here with the cats, watching the wash across the driveway burn. (CDF has a handle on it…no danger.) I have beer, bourbon, cable and cats. What more do I need?
I’m home. I’ll probably go out late tonight/ early tomorrow to play, but I’ll be alone. At home, I’m never alone since I live with family. I usually monopolize the computer on the weekends and spend a lot of time playing cards and reading the board. It’s really-great-fun!*
*Yeah, I am aware that I need to get a life… specifically a social one.
I’m at work till midnight, but may get off early. I never go out anyway.
A friend had tried to set me up with someone. She gave him my number and we chatted a bit this afternoon. I made some remark about the President…and the guy hung up on me. This rather amuses me than otherwise.
I’m tired and sore from crawling into the basement storage, packing and hauling crap around.
Been packing up the basement for the move this Wednesday. Ran some errands: paid off the new sectional, bought a light for the bus kids ceiling, stuff like that.
I decided that since this is my last weekend in this house, I kind of wanted to hang close, pop some popcorn, be sentimental…It’s the house I grew up in, and I’ve owned it the past four years.
So I’m here being tired, melancholy and later - drunk. Tomorrow I pack the kitchen into boxes, live off of carry out for two days while I close the sale, close buying the new place and move outta here on Wednesday.
I’m not ‘home’ home, I’m at my SO’s house which practically feels like home anyway. But I’m definitely not out partying. Like I ever am on a Saturday night.
Today has been one of those boring Saturdays, unfortunately. But I’m enjoying the quiet time.
Definitely home. I could say it’s because I had a fantasy football draft scheduled for tonight, but in truth I’d probably have been home anyways. It doesn’t help that the g/f is somewhat more in Baltimore than I am at the moment.
Just thinking about that last paragraph makes me want to start drinking heavily. That’s probably a bad sign, but what the hell, right?
Ohhhh I’m so f**ked. I can’t explain how drunk I am. My friends somehow left me behind but I ran into a couple of girls I know and I got a lift home. The only thing that is missing is a Subway.
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.Oooooooooooooooooooh.
I’m always home, but that’s not the point.
Housebound after a fashion, but that’s not the point.
Earlier this evening I had a rather nasty encounter with my sister. Bitterness, anger, acrimony and drama, the full meal deal. I stopped her short and told her to go. Now normally, I’d have been all apologees and explanations, ever the placating peacemaker. Normally, I’d be very upset by these antics and unable to eat or sleep until I had made peace.
But for no real good reason, I just had my fill I guess. I just stopped it and sent her off. She’s apparently not interested in being a sister to me anymore. This should upset me enormously as she has been an important relationship in my life. Sigh.
Sing with me now, ‘I haven’t got time for the pain.’
Home alone, and surprisingly upbeat. I have been wildly cleaning my Mother In Laws room (bedridden, paralysed stroke survivor), as she returns on Monday from respite care. (Short stay in a long term care facility, respite for the caregivers). I’ve had 3 glorious weeks to get to it but I’ve left it till now. I am also surprisingly upbeat about her return. I missed her.
Think I’ll step outside and check the alignment of the stars and planets, for it seems I am in such an upbeat place that I’m all but invincible. Apparently I got mojo.
Me too! Well, myself and the dog, who right now is licking the bookcase. Lord knows why…
I’m looking for apartments online, which is something I can’t do while he’s home. Needless to say, I am enjoying this quiet time.
I’m home. I usually stick Mom with my kids and go spend quality time with the fiance’, but Mom decided to go out tonight. So I’m doing my best to waste every last moment of my Saturday accomplishing absolutely nothing, then tomorrow morning, I’ll get up and go to the gym and do all the stuff I was going to do today.
Well, maybe.
Home, and enjoying it - we just finished the last leg of our summer tour last week (I was on the road for almost half the summer), and I am kicking back at home, after a day of sleeping in, working in the garden and making a massive batch of pasta sauce from scratch.
I’ll start drinking beer soon. Cheap, cold and domestic seems about right for tonight.
We are home, but it’s difficult to get out with all three children. Plus it’s been scorching hot or torrential rains by turns, here, so it’s in our best interest to keep our butts at home. Plus, gas is 2.50 per gallon, we live miles from anything fun, and it’s the first weekend after starting back to school.
I’ve sewed, cooked, done some light cleaning, and gathered the aluminum cans for recycling on Monday. Woo.
The kids are mostly abed, now, so I am working my way through a bottle of Post Familie’s White Muscadine Wine. After that, I’m going to take a hot bath, then let my husband have his way with me. :eek:
I’m home. My roommates have some people over downstairs who seem to be having fun, but I’m a hermit and am hiding in my room. I’ll probably go to bed in a half hour or so and see if I can get to sleep despite the noise.
I’m home! My mum’s resting in bed and watching some TV with our dog curled up on the pillows, and my brother’s downstairs, back from work, messing up the kitchen and probably checking to see if Futurama’s on.
And I just finished watching Sin City–and damn, it’s good–and now I’m just chilling out listening to music and surfing. Cozy, quiet, with the rain falling on the windows, it’s a perfect night.
