5:32 pm: Debate sending all manner of passive aggressive text messages. Some aggressive aggressive options cross my mind.
5:34 pm: Settle on the mature and less fun option. No aggression of any kind. My therapist would be proud.
6:48 pm: Forced to leave work by the last person in the building who has a key to lock up.
7:07–7:08 pm: Get home. Get mail. Reduced rate on my car and renter's insurance! Woo hoo!
|YOU'LL always love me, RIGHT, KITTY?!|
7:23 pm: Forced to stop checking Facebook and icanhascheezburger by my growling stomach. Laziness outweighed by hunger.
7:24 pm: Stare into refrigerator. Contents: Chicken salad from Wegmans. Raw veggies that I was planning to use for dipping. Holy crap, I actually have food. (Note: Contents not typical. Usually only includes half-empty cream cheese, string cheese, individually-wrapped squares of American cheese, and my Brita pitcher.)
|This is my excited face.|
* Capital letters used to denote emphasis. It is not exaggerated excitement. I was truly this excited when I came up with this plan. I was using capital letters on the keyboard of my mind.
7:39: Triumphantly eat delicious grilled
8:08: Take ice cream out of the freezer and eat it straight from the container. NO ONE ELSE EATS IT, OKAY?! AND IT'S LOW-FAT.
8:15–9:41 pm: Overstimulate brain on the internet. I joined Pinterest today. This is my favorite image of the day. Wish I could have "pinned" this image:
|Really, Pinterest? Don't you have editors? THE WORLD NEEDS US.|
9:48 pm: Remember that I live in an apartment complex. Hope neighbors enjoy screaming female renditions of The Lion King after hours. Maybe tomorrow night I'll move on to Aladdin.
10:54: Decide to blog about my evening for posterity. And because I haven't written a blog post in a looooooooong time. And because I wanted someone to know what I do when I'm alone in my apartment. Just be glad I'm not going into all the details about my state of undress and bodily functions.
11:00 pm: Phone alarm goes off reminding me to take birth control. Throw phone across room.
11:21 pm: Receive text message from boy stating that he is really sorry he had to work and we will reschedule for later in the week. Either he is sincere, or I am a sap. Or both. Because it makes me smile.