I’ve had to work most of this holiday. Other than a reprieve on Thanksgiving itself to cook, eat and sort out holiday music, I’ve basically been plugging away on crap for that thing that pays the bills.
I’ve got the proverbial shit-ton of stuff I need to get done this weekend, but I’ve hit the equally proverbial wall. Since I’ve been at this for more hours in the day than normal (given that I didn’t have to waste time getting up, getting ready and driving to and from work). I can’t focus and I need a break.
So I’m throwing a hermit slumber party.
“WTF is that?” you ask.
It’s piling in on the sofa/floor/someplace not your usual bed with a stack of movies, blankets, ample snack-age and decked out in your fuzziest, most childish PJs….without the benefit of friends to keep you company. With friends, this would just be slumber party, but without them….well, I still choose to view this as a celebratory event, but due to the solitary nature, the term “hermit” comes to mind.
On the one hand, yes, this is sad, pathetic…a total commentary on my social existence right now. On the other hand, it is really, really uplifting to turn this into a mini-event. Sure, there’s no one to paint my nails for me, or to play truth or dare….but I also don’t have to deal with drama over choosing the movies and no one will mock me when I continually jump a mile in the air while watching Zombieland, despite having seen it 5 times. And no one will force me to confess (or do) anything embarrassing.
And on that note, I have to end this: the oven timer just told me my roasted garbanzo beans are ready (seasoned with garlic and cayenne pepper), and the DVD is queued up to help refresh me on the rules for surviving the zombie apocalypse.
