The new neighbor-boy has moved in.
I didnít get the chance to see him move all of his man-stuff but he did manage to leave his door open for a bit and I did manage to take a peek inside. And there Ė against the wall. There it was.
The IMAX sized Big Screen TeeVee.
I was soooo right.
And let me tell you, I donít like to be that kinda right in these kind of situations.
That fucker is huge.
And you know what that means.
ďAre you ready for some FOOOOOOTBAAAAAAAALL!Ē
Hank Jr., me and Monday Night football are going to get more acquainted through the walls of this apartment building than I ever wanted.
Such is life.
In other news, I am starting to realize just how dangerous this new laptop is (the one provided by work that is supposed to be for work which has not yet been used for actual work)
Seriously, itís bad enough I have a total disposition towards lackadaisical Ö but somewhere this weekend I crossed that line between somewhat lethargic to downright inert.
This weekend, if itís an activity that requires movement beyond twitching I have no interest.
Yesterday, I had an excuse. It rained buckets. No need to go out and join the rest of the world (although I am not happy the rain tore off most of the beautiful falls leaves from the trees) Ö
But today Ė today there is no excuse. Itís beautiful.
But here I am, sitting up in bed - laptop firmly on lap, coffee at my side, listening to old episodes of This American Life and dicking around on diaryland like thereís not a war or something going on right now.
The worst part is had no intention of being productive today Ďtil a little divine intervention came flying through my window just a few minutes ago sending me scurrying like someone dropped Fed-Exed Anthrax in my lap.
A bee. In October.
Scared me right outta my comfy spot.
Which wasnít pretty mind you Ė getting all tangled in the head phone wires trying not to chuck the expensive laptop at the harmless bee all the while letting out a big old fashioned girly scream.
So, now I feel all violated like Iíve been caught doing something terribly illegal. So, I guess I better get off my arse and go like, buy some brass napkin rings or whatnot at Pottery Barn or something.
You know, the Presidentially mandated Return to Normalcy and all. Get out there and spend, spend, spend, America!
I guess this is just a sign I havenít been doing my part.
I am Sloth Girl, watch me stretch, hear me yawn.