May 22, 2003 :: 1:49 p.m.
sloth and gluttony: my deadly sins of choice
Blah. The guy from Giant keeps calling, asking if I'm
sure I can't work until Sunday. Yes, I'm sure. I was sure yesterday when I first told you, and calling me THREE TIMES in THREE HOURS isn't going to change my mind. It's just going to annoy the fuck out of me and then make me feel really bad. So stop it, please.
It's cold in here, for once, but I don't feel like turning off the fan. Mostly because I don't really feel like getting up. I'm hungry, but I don't feel like making food. I need to buy pants for work, but I haven't asked my mom for money yet. All I've done today is walk the dog down to the post office and mail something to HACC. Oh, and I ate an apple. So productive. Buddy woke me up at 9, and despite my best efforts to both shut him up and ignore him, I couldn't get back to sleep. He was going nuts, walking all over my bed and huffing dog breath in my face and barking out the window. I think he may have had to go outside, which he got to do when I stumbled down the stairs and shooed him into the backyard. Either that or he was just bored and felt that it would be incredibly amusing to make me wake up. I'd actually put my money on the latter, knowing him. He's a bastard that way.
Adam is up the street helping his dad do church things. I saw his car when I was walking the dog, but I didn't stop to say hi. He was shut up in the church house thing, and that just would've been weird. He's supposed to come over sometime this afternoon, I guess after he's done doing whatever it is that he's doing right now. Typing and stuff, I think. We may go see The Matrix Reloaded tonight, which would be exciting.
I'm baby-sitting Charlie and Chloe (my sister Shanny's kids) Saturday - take a moment to appreciate the sheer rarity of something like this. I don't baby-sit. I stopped quite a long time ago, after coming to grips with the fact that I'm just not overly fond of kids. But she really needs someone to stay with them, and they're older now (9 and 6 respectively), so it's not really a big deal. And she'll probably pay me, even though I told her she didn't have to, which means that I can buy the knitting needles that I've needed for-freaking-ever. I haven't been working on anything lately, due to complete lack of appropriately-sized needles. It's poo.
Anyway... I'm going to go downstairs and wait for the boy. I can't hear him knocking up here, you see, so I must be off to the lower levels. Maybe I'll make some mac and cheese while I'm down there, since that's just about the only thing we have to eat. That and potato chips and... a frozen lasagna thing. It's very sad.
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