We are living a boring life this week and I am loving it.
On Monday I worked late, came home from work, ate watermelon and beer, wrote, and then went to sleep.
Tuesday I didn’t work late, came home, made mac and cheese and roasted broccoli, watched 3 episodes of Game of Thrones and then fell asleep to the sweet sounds of Ira Glass.
And then on Wednesday I had an orthodontist appointment in the morning, went to work late, left late, came home, Kamel made egg sandwiches for dinner, I did 2 loads of laundry, and we watched 2 episodes of Girls.
Welcome to my life ladies and gentlemen. I’m sitting in my over-sized sweat pants, writing a blog. And it is marvelous.
I wandered around San Francisco in fits and starts on Wednesday whining to Kamel on the phone about how I had nothing to write for today and how much I hated having nothing to write and how it’s so hard when I have nothing to say and blahblahblah. I tried talking to Claire online but then realized that the only interesting thing I’ve done all week, was Maris’s wedding and she was there for that one. So then I whined to HER about how I had nothing to write for today. And she made sympathetic noises over the internet and then she went swimming with her sister. And I felt like sad loser on the commuter train for a bout ten seconds with no opinions and nothing funny to tell you.
Until I realized that wow do I love having a boring week. You know what I am looking forward to the most? TWO MONTHS SOLID (in June and July) where I don’t go anywhere or do anything except go to work and come home and watch back episodes of Entourage or Big Love or whatever. And wear sweatpants. I think I was made for sweatpants, honestly. And giant underpants. Sweatpants and giant underpants with my computer on my lap, the TV on, sitting with Kamel in the living room and instead of talking we’re simultaneously staring at boxes of light. YES! This is living!
Anyways, I go to Houston for work next week. I’m pretty excited about it except for the heat part because I will for sure sweat and I am unsure what to wear that is both cooling and work appropriate. Seeing as how every day for the last two weeks I have convinced myself I don’t need a coat to go to work and every single day this is the conversation I have with Kamel in the car on the way home:
Me: “For the love of god please please please MAKE ME take my coat tomorrow. I am tired of freezing my balls off downtown with that fucking San Francisco wind of doom!”
Kamel: “Ok, I promise.”
9 hours later…
Me: “Fuuuck! Why is it so cold in San Francisco? And why do I always think that it will be warm when it is so clearly not warm, not at all, not even a little bit? And you have yet to force me to take a coat. We are failing as a team.”
Kamel: “I also forgot to turn the bathroom light off this morning.”
Me: “We are failures.”
So the heat is going to be a little bit of a shocker. But yay Texas! I’ve never been to Texas.
In other news: I think I may bake something this weekend, make a disaster of the my kitchen and then tell you all about it. If I ever leave the bed of boredom and delight. Because me + sweatpants = awesome sauce, is what I’m saying.