I was given the gift of self-imposed house arrest. The opportunity to experience two and a half days of own sweet, sweet, thoughts and curiously soft sweat pants. I love not having any plans at all. For as much as I consider myself an extrovert, I can introvert the shit out of a weekend.
I picked up a six pack of Tecate, on the off chance that I might want to cruise TiVo with a Mexican beer buzz. Then I locked the front door and giggled manically.
Plans for a no-plans weekend include:
Eating lots of cheese and crackers and cookies.
Relieving TiVo of all my junk TV.
Scattering my words to various places on the Internet.
Reading the new Chuck Klosterman book.
Renting horror movies from iTunes and watching them on my phone from a horizontal position.
Listening to folklectric music.
3 comments:
No plan weekends are heavenly. I did much the same yesterday, watching scary movies alone while shoveling in Cool Ranch Doritos.
I love this sentence: "...I consider myself an extrovert, I can introvert the shit out of a weekend."
I wish I could say the same about myself. Like right now I'm wondering why I'm on the Internet when there's laundry to wash and floors to sweep. It really is a sickness.
Just started the Klosterman book. I only discovered him about a year ago, and fell in love instantly. I felt bad that he had escaped my radar for so long. But on the plus side I was able to read four of his books one right after the other.
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