Cycle of Babble
2002-06-02 2:50 p.m.
I should really not be here now. If I were, say, doing my laundry instead, I could actually be reading a pretty sweet book at the same time. And, the laundry would be getting clean.Laundry is pretty much the only household chore I'm always on top of. It's so easy. You put the clothes in, and go read for a half hour. You move the clothes to the dryer, and go read some more. The magical laundry gnomes do all the real work. I love those guys. Besides, if I do my laundry now, I could maybe do something interesting with Paul tomorrow. He offered to hang out with me while I do laundry, but that just seems silly. So. Laundry today. Then, tomorrow, I can fully devote myself to Paul Day. That's such a good plan. I wonder why I'm not doing it. If I left right now, I could drive by Kristina's, and point and laugh. The restaurant closes at 3 on Sundays. Someone always comes in at 2:45. There's usually 4-5 tables of someones. I don't understand it. It's been those same hours for more than 3 years. Surely, people are aware of the hours by now. They can't all be pure evil, and doing it on purpose. Not my problem anymore, though. I was done with work at my ohsosweet bookstore job, at 12:30. 12:30!!! Not 3:45 or 4:30. 12 fucking 30!! Damn, did that rule. *** Work in general was pretty sweet. Besides the running internal monologue I had going, ("Wow. I've been here 2 hours, and NO ONE has shouted 'Hey, Coffee!' at me yet! Hee hee hee. And, hey, I've only got two more hours, and then I'm all done for the day! Bwahahahahahah! I do indeed love this job.") I had a whole bunch of fun conversations. I got to talk about DragonLance a little, and I got to know more about Star Wars than a 10-year-old. I admit, I'm not into Star Wars. I've seen the movies, because D. might have disowned me if I didn't see them. But they didn't really do anything for me at all. LOTR was so way cooler. Hell, Spiderman was better than Episode II. (I'm trying to decide now if "so way cooler" is maybe the least grammatically correct thing I've ever said. "Way more cool" is a little better, but I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to get my English degree revoked for using "cool" at all, let alone trying to work out its comparative forms. But I digress.) The point of the story is, I do in fact know that Mace Windu is the only guy with a purple lightsaber. It's pathetic, really, how proud I was to know something the 10-year-old fanboy didn't. *** And then, as I was shelving new books, I found a new Connie Willis! In with the general fiction, of course. But I found it, and now it is mine. And, I finally bought The Salmon of Doubt, too. Oh, and I'm still working through everything I got on my last book-buying orgy two weeks ago. I really should get reading. Maybe get the laundry started, too... See? Isn't that nifty? Now the entry has come full circle. And the Great Cycle of Babble begins anew. I'm gonna do some laundry now.
previous--next
|