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Monday again
May. 1st, 2006 10:06 amAbout the only thing to be said for this morning is that I didn't actually manage to put the rent check in the trash, in the process of paying rent and taking out the trash, both on the way out the door this morning.
The weekend, however, was quite nice. I didn't make it to Porter Square, but then again, what I would have done in Porter Square is spend money on something I don't really need anyway. Yesterday I was lounging around being a bum, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
whuffle called, and I ended up going over there and playing in the dirt for the afternoon. And I got to ride in a convertible with the top off, for the first time in my life. Whee!
I'm tempted to skip my trombone lesson tonight because I never did get around to cooking anything yesterday, or hemming the pants that need it, or practicing the trombone at all since last week. On top of the list of stuff I haven't done yet, tonight I have to plant tomatoes, because they won't be happy on my kitchen table. (Besides, I lost count of how many trombone lessons I've paid for, and I can't remember whether I've got two or three before I owe them money again, or what, so I have to call the music school anyway.)
Why is it that I can't think of any of this stuff when I'm actually at home and could conceivably do something about it?
ETA: From the sound of it, nobody's having a good day. The next time May 1 falls on a Monday, if I'm still around, I think I'll stay in bed.
The weekend, however, was quite nice. I didn't make it to Porter Square, but then again, what I would have done in Porter Square is spend money on something I don't really need anyway. Yesterday I was lounging around being a bum, and
whuffle called, and I ended up going over there and playing in the dirt for the afternoon. And I got to ride in a convertible with the top off, for the first time in my life. Whee!I'm tempted to skip my trombone lesson tonight because I never did get around to cooking anything yesterday, or hemming the pants that need it, or practicing the trombone at all since last week. On top of the list of stuff I haven't done yet, tonight I have to plant tomatoes, because they won't be happy on my kitchen table. (Besides, I lost count of how many trombone lessons I've paid for, and I can't remember whether I've got two or three before I owe them money again, or what, so I have to call the music school anyway.)
Why is it that I can't think of any of this stuff when I'm actually at home and could conceivably do something about it?
ETA: From the sound of it, nobody's having a good day. The next time May 1 falls on a Monday, if I'm still around, I think I'll stay in bed.
