Lazy Day

Today, whereas normally I would have been up to my waist in kids classes, I was at home, lounging, and writing music. Maybe even doing a little laundry. Maybe even vacuuming. A little playing with the cat. Ok anyway.

When I clocked out yesterday all I could think of was how waking up today was gonna suck, but then, in that instant, I have the most beautiful of all possible realizations. I realized I didn't have to work today, thanks to the shift swap I pulled with Ty so he could spend time with his mom when she was here. It's like finding a $50 bill in your pocket, only instead of $50 it's not having to wake up at fucking 8:30am, which is worth $50 in my book. I was a happy, happy kid. I went to bed early last night so today could come more quickly.

So I put some more words down to some songs I've been working on, recorded some stuff, had a momentary lapse of sanity/self consciousness and sent one of my songs over to Jacki for feedback which I immediately regretted, but oh well, and otherwise lounged around the house. I read 50 or so pages of The Quiet American while eating a rather interesting homemade ramen concoction which proved to be slightly less delicious than its pre-made counterparts, and otherwise meticulously calculated the hours until payday when food that doesn't require boiling will once again be within my reach.

Ty's makin me consider getting a gym membership. Having two meatheads as roommates isn't doing well for my narcissism. I was alright living with Ash and Tim, but here, pushups and anorexia just aren't cutting it.