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Sunday, August 07, 2005
I spent much of this weekend on my own. Well, not really alone, but I had more time to myself than most.
I still can't quite decide whether I had a fulfilling Saturday. I spent most of it waiting for Monica to get her arse over to Belmont. Not that I should be pissed, given that it's happened before, and I shouldn't have bothered very much. She text me at about 1000 in the morning to tell me that she'd just woken up and would probably be late. I replied, asking if she was going to take an hour to shower, and another hour for breakfast in front of the TV, but she didn't reply. It didn't matter. I had errands to run around the house, and because I only had enough washing powder for just one load, I could leave the other load for the afternoon when I pick up a new pack of detergent at the supermarket.
Look, I know we all don't like to rush on our Saturdays, but don't you think we'd skip a few rituals if we overslept and had to meet someone at lunch time? Luckily I had some avocados at lunch time. I also had the smarts to head out to Belmont Forum to get my shopping done at about 1400 instead of waiting for Monica to call when she was leaving home (she never did). She eventually arrived at Belmont at 1500. That's 4 hours after we were supposed to meet. I know we didn't set a time the night before, we just decided that we'd meet for lunch, but I didn't think we'd have lunch at 1500. Maybe it's my metabolism, maybe it's my sense of urgency, but if I overslept, I would've spent five minutes in the shower, skip coffee and breakfast, if I had to meet someone in an hour.
I guess what peeves me the most is that after a whole week at work, I spend half my weekend waiting for a friend to get out of bed so that I can catch up with her. We were meant to spend the day at Zennie's, after which I was driving her home, then head to Nick's to spend the evening with him. Instead, because we only got home at 1600 after 'lunch' at KFC, I only got my second load of laundry going then, and so was late in meeting Nick, who knocked off work at 1715.
My short evening with Nick wasn't any better. I got over, tired ass, had dinner, when he brought up the issue we had on Wednesday evening. I had a pretty full-on day at work on Wednesday, and called him when I was walking to the train station. Thinking that it'd save us some money, I suggested that he called me back so that we could have a chat. He was a bit sore from receiving the phone bill that day, and we had a little debate about which was the cheaper way of talking. It didn't last for very long, because I hung up after a while, feeling stressed and that no one wanted to listen. We didn't speak about it that night because I was on the Internet, we didn't discuss it on Thursday when we met online, and not even when we met up on Friday.
I was too tired from the day (I even contemplated not driving over for dinner), and didn't want to stay after I washed the dishes. I made a conscious choice to drive home early. I know I was in the wrong, and it's hardest to talk about it at such times. I just had to stay away. I didn't want to return home late and still having to wake up at 0600 to let the dogs out. That's probably why last night was the first time I went to bed before 2200. I had my mug of honey, and I've been putting my hot water bottle to good use It's warming the bed heaps for me. I slept through until 0700, when I let the dogs out, then got into bed for another two hours of sleep.
I now know how I get lower back problems: it's from sleeping too much. I guess I don't have to stay in bed too long for rest. 6 or 7 hours sleep is enough. It was also at 0900 this morning that Joyce called and asked for avocados. I eventually joined her at Subiaco for Sunday marketing, and it was wonderful to meet up with Mignon, my Journalism lecturer. I ended up walking around with Mignon while she picked up her fruit and veggies. I even invited her to the avocado picking picnic, so it'd be nice to see her again. I also apologised for the time I asked her for an extra mark for the unit I was taking. She didn't reply to my e-mail then, and I was too embarrassed to speak with her the following semester. She completely forgot all about it, which made me feel so much better.
The afternoon was spent at Joyce's, and I'm heading back there again for dinner. I came back to feed the dogs, and picked up some groceries along the way. I had to pick up some nibblies for tomorrow's book club, so it was good to have some shops open today. I better head over soon!
I still can't quite decide whether I had a fulfilling Saturday. I spent most of it waiting for Monica to get her arse over to Belmont. Not that I should be pissed, given that it's happened before, and I shouldn't have bothered very much. She text me at about 1000 in the morning to tell me that she'd just woken up and would probably be late. I replied, asking if she was going to take an hour to shower, and another hour for breakfast in front of the TV, but she didn't reply. It didn't matter. I had errands to run around the house, and because I only had enough washing powder for just one load, I could leave the other load for the afternoon when I pick up a new pack of detergent at the supermarket.
Look, I know we all don't like to rush on our Saturdays, but don't you think we'd skip a few rituals if we overslept and had to meet someone at lunch time? Luckily I had some avocados at lunch time. I also had the smarts to head out to Belmont Forum to get my shopping done at about 1400 instead of waiting for Monica to call when she was leaving home (she never did). She eventually arrived at Belmont at 1500. That's 4 hours after we were supposed to meet. I know we didn't set a time the night before, we just decided that we'd meet for lunch, but I didn't think we'd have lunch at 1500. Maybe it's my metabolism, maybe it's my sense of urgency, but if I overslept, I would've spent five minutes in the shower, skip coffee and breakfast, if I had to meet someone in an hour.
I guess what peeves me the most is that after a whole week at work, I spend half my weekend waiting for a friend to get out of bed so that I can catch up with her. We were meant to spend the day at Zennie's, after which I was driving her home, then head to Nick's to spend the evening with him. Instead, because we only got home at 1600 after 'lunch' at KFC, I only got my second load of laundry going then, and so was late in meeting Nick, who knocked off work at 1715.
My short evening with Nick wasn't any better. I got over, tired ass, had dinner, when he brought up the issue we had on Wednesday evening. I had a pretty full-on day at work on Wednesday, and called him when I was walking to the train station. Thinking that it'd save us some money, I suggested that he called me back so that we could have a chat. He was a bit sore from receiving the phone bill that day, and we had a little debate about which was the cheaper way of talking. It didn't last for very long, because I hung up after a while, feeling stressed and that no one wanted to listen. We didn't speak about it that night because I was on the Internet, we didn't discuss it on Thursday when we met online, and not even when we met up on Friday.
I was too tired from the day (I even contemplated not driving over for dinner), and didn't want to stay after I washed the dishes. I made a conscious choice to drive home early. I know I was in the wrong, and it's hardest to talk about it at such times. I just had to stay away. I didn't want to return home late and still having to wake up at 0600 to let the dogs out. That's probably why last night was the first time I went to bed before 2200. I had my mug of honey, and I've been putting my hot water bottle to good use It's warming the bed heaps for me. I slept through until 0700, when I let the dogs out, then got into bed for another two hours of sleep.
I now know how I get lower back problems: it's from sleeping too much. I guess I don't have to stay in bed too long for rest. 6 or 7 hours sleep is enough. It was also at 0900 this morning that Joyce called and asked for avocados. I eventually joined her at Subiaco for Sunday marketing, and it was wonderful to meet up with Mignon, my Journalism lecturer. I ended up walking around with Mignon while she picked up her fruit and veggies. I even invited her to the avocado picking picnic, so it'd be nice to see her again. I also apologised for the time I asked her for an extra mark for the unit I was taking. She didn't reply to my e-mail then, and I was too embarrassed to speak with her the following semester. She completely forgot all about it, which made me feel so much better.
The afternoon was spent at Joyce's, and I'm heading back there again for dinner. I came back to feed the dogs, and picked up some groceries along the way. I had to pick up some nibblies for tomorrow's book club, so it was good to have some shops open today. I better head over soon!
