Because I'm a lazy bastard
Even though I really am under no obligation to do much of anything until I go back to work on Monday, I actually have quite a bit of shit that requires my attention this weekend. However, I am currently lacking the willpower/energy to actually put any of these activities in motion.
Things I need to do this weekend, but likely won't:
- Finish mowing the yard. While I edged and mowed the front yard, the backyard is still needing some attention. Although it is fenced in and not visible to my neighbors, I really would like to get it done so that I don't have to worry about it until next week. But right now I feel like doing a whole bunch of nothing, so it will likely wait until next week.
- A guy I used to work with called me earlier today and left a message on my cell phone. I haven't checked the message, but I assume he wants to get together and watch The DaVinci Code, as this is something we talked about a few months ago. Every three or four months, he calls me to go watch a movie--besides that, we have no real contact. Even the ride to/from the theater is often boring and awkward. But he's a really good guy, family man, and all that shit. And he was a good employee for me. So what do you do?
- My buddy who is working on his MA at the University of Arkansas is supposed to be coming down Sunday, though I need to call him to see exactly what time. A binge drinking marathon will likely follow immediately thereafter. Hopefully I won't have to call in sick on Monday.
- I should contact my oldest brother and explain why I haven't returned to finish laying the tile in his bathroom. I'm sure he's getting a little bitter at me by now, but then again, who isn't?
- Pray that E does not mistakenly swerve into traffic during her professional cycling debut. Based on her driving characteristics (such as always staying in the left lane), I could see her trying to pass cars on the road out of sheer habit. While it certainly sounds like a somewhat dangerous proposition, I'm sure it will fill some quality air time during an "America's Funniest Home Videos" segment.
- Don't forget to go to the dentist, something that is always a fucking asswhip.
- Wash my laundry. Though I am not a big fan of this particular household chore, it sure beats finding all of my clothes crammed into a laundry basket two days later wrinkled all to holy hell, something very likely to happen whenever my wife takes this task upon herself. And since ironing is something I don't do (can, but don't), it usually involves me washing and/or drying again to shed the particular garment of the wrinkles.
- Eat three meals a day. I don't make it a habit to do this all that frequently, though I've been making a conscious effort over the last month or so. I'm proud of myself, as most everything I've been able to google highly recommends engaging in this type of activity for health-related reasons.
- Find a plant to take to my office at work. Though no one noticed today, it was recommended/suggested/demanded by a professor for me to redecorate my office as she felt it was unprofessional. Keep in mind that I had not decorated it in any fashion previously--as a matter of fact, I've left everything exactly the same from the previous occupant. So now there's nothing on the walls at all and all of the cutesy shit that was in there before has been carefully hidden away. With it's institutional beige walls and brown shelves, I figure all I need at this point is a toilet installed in order to finish off that prison cell theme I'm going with.
- Start reading again . . .
6 Comments:
J:
Your moviegoer relationship is pretty interesting. Sounds like the seeds of a Raymond Carver short story. Two guys awkardly attend movies together over ten years without really ever knowing one another. Then, one day, guy 1 tells guys 2 that he was bone cancer and has less than six months to live. They eat popcorn and then guy 1 asks if he will shoot him in the head to spare him the agony of a slow death. Guy 2 is awkawardly silent. Instead, they go to a fishing camp the next weekend, drinking cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon on the way up to the river. Guy 1 is drunk behind the wheel and swerves to miss a deer but the animal proves unavoidable. They strike the deer and kill it. Both men get out to gaze at the corpse without saying anything. Then they crush their beer cans and throw them on the side of the road and turn around to go back home. What do you think? Prize-winning postmodernism.
Also, for redecorating the office I suggest a modified version of Edvard Munch's THE SCREAM which leaves the figure's head but replaces the body with that of Marilyn Monroe as she stands over the subway grate in THE SEVEN YEAR ITCH. If that ain't classy I don't know what is!
Perhaps I'll fill the walls with posters of the most popular big hair bands of the 80s. After all, everyone loves Poison.
The short story sounds fascinating. Perhaps I should mention a similar scenario to my friend. But the big question would be--
"Who shoots who?"
Shit colored walls are so professional.
But, this promises the rise of another endearing plant. I promise I won't 409 it unless you really piss me off.
And I'll get that portrait of you in a purple pimp hat to you ASAP for "the think tank."
I was just thinking the other day that your office decor needed a change, as it isn't very manly as of right now.
Poison posters would be the shit, though of course that would induce me to start humming "Unskinny Bop" quite randomly.
Something kind of funny regarding my cycling debut--
Earlier tonight my husband and I were talking about the ride and the number of miles I'm thinking about doing.
Out of nowhere he says:
"Wouldn't it be funny if you wrecked on the bicycle during your first real cycling event? You probably wouldn't ride ever again."
He's probably right.
However, I'll be sure to make fast friends with some random cyclist just so I could have someone on stand by video taping, just in case said cycling wreck were to happen.
You can then link it to your blog, because admittedly, it would be pretty damn funny and generally speaking, I really don't mind people laughing at my expense.
People wrecking bicycles is always a hoot. And just for the record, watching a man being kicked/hit in the testicles is not. That may be the tiredest joke ever, and I would like to make a motion that all who perpetuate it be put to death at once.
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