Day One Progress
Day One.
I was aroused in bed by a late morning phone call. It helped me decide that staying in bed is just fine. Because the only other option is being productive, and I don't want to do that. I can do that any other day. So I watched a couple of dreams and took a nap and hobbled to the kitchen for a truffle. Maybe I should share them, I thought. Maybe I should work on being a better friend. Then I was shown what a bad friend I am by a friend calling me. I never returned their call yesterday. I see I'm off to a great start. They wanted me to come over, but I could only stop by on my way to work. Man, I'm a great friend.
So I went to work and had a little discussion about this little injury that forces me to hobble to the kitchen for truffles and they told me to file a claim, so I did. And those sharp shooting pains that are coursing through my foot at this moment are making me glad that someone else is going to foot the bill. Pun intended. And then work sent me home early, but I generously offered (and did) to polish some glasses before I left, as long as I could sit down while doing it.
And I left work thinking about calling my morning caller, but felt kind of silly since I didn't have anything important to say. I just wanted to hear his voice. And that sounded kind of desparate so I restrained myself and called the other friends instead. And they said come over; we'll watch a movie, and we ended up going out to see a movie. And even with less than a dozen people in the theater (including the three of us), at least four of them couldn't stop themselves from verbally showing their approval or disapproval of the screen happenings. (contrary to popular belief, I don't need to hear anyone say, Right on or Oh my god or Tsk Tsk during anything)
Even so, I guess I did something today besides feel sorry for myself. Even though I need some more work in the "being a friend" department.
I was aroused in bed by a late morning phone call. It helped me decide that staying in bed is just fine. Because the only other option is being productive, and I don't want to do that. I can do that any other day. So I watched a couple of dreams and took a nap and hobbled to the kitchen for a truffle. Maybe I should share them, I thought. Maybe I should work on being a better friend. Then I was shown what a bad friend I am by a friend calling me. I never returned their call yesterday. I see I'm off to a great start. They wanted me to come over, but I could only stop by on my way to work. Man, I'm a great friend.
So I went to work and had a little discussion about this little injury that forces me to hobble to the kitchen for truffles and they told me to file a claim, so I did. And those sharp shooting pains that are coursing through my foot at this moment are making me glad that someone else is going to foot the bill. Pun intended. And then work sent me home early, but I generously offered (and did) to polish some glasses before I left, as long as I could sit down while doing it.
And I left work thinking about calling my morning caller, but felt kind of silly since I didn't have anything important to say. I just wanted to hear his voice. And that sounded kind of desparate so I restrained myself and called the other friends instead. And they said come over; we'll watch a movie, and we ended up going out to see a movie. And even with less than a dozen people in the theater (including the three of us), at least four of them couldn't stop themselves from verbally showing their approval or disapproval of the screen happenings. (contrary to popular belief, I don't need to hear anyone say, Right on or Oh my god or Tsk Tsk during anything)
Even so, I guess I did something today besides feel sorry for myself. Even though I need some more work in the "being a friend" department.
posted by Ocean | 1:43 AM
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