I have come to realize that because I work so much and spend a good deal of my free time cleaning, I have lost all ability to entertain myself. I am half dressed to go out to the club an hour before I want to leave and have no clue what to do with myself. So here’s a picture of a cool hat that I made.
I made this months ago and pretty much everyone I know has seen it but yeah, I’m really bored.
I guess I’ll go clean something now. It’s better for everyone that way.
UPDATE: I am officially so bored that I actually just thought “I guess I could go floss my teeth.” I find this sad, not because it’s good dental hygiene, I’m all for that, but because I thought of flossing as a means of entertainment.
Yeah, that happened.
When I was getting in the shower this morning there was either a dead centipede or a wad of dog hair on the mat. I couldn’t determine which and I didn’t want to look closer for fear of lapsing into some Lovecraftian monster induced madness, so I threw a towel over it and tried to pretend it wasn’t there.
I took my shower, put on Andy’s giant robe and went to let the dogs out. As soon as I got outside though, it felt like something bit me so I squealed “Ahhh centipede” flung my robe open and began jumping, swatting, and shooing simultaneously before remembering I was in my yard wearing nothing but the robe I had just flung open. Yeah.
Luckily it was 6:00 AM so most of my neighbors were probably asleep. Less luckily I saw the neighbor directly behind me let her dogs out just before I let mine out so I knew she was up. Also her lights were on. So I fixed my robe, stood on my back porch and squinted into my neighbor’s house to see if I could see her within seeing distance of me. I’m not sure what I planned to do if she was though.
Then I realized that if she could see me, what she saw was me stand facing her place, rip my robe open, act all crazy, and then stare at her. I’m hoping she doesn’t call the police. This will be pretty hard to explain.