Still not packed.
Jan. 17th, 2005 01:43 pmOy.
I didn't do any packing this weekend. I'm such a slacker. Or possibly I've just decided that things that happen in the confines of my mind also happen in reality, because I thought about packing, figured out how everything would fit into boxes, and sat back, satisfied, as if I'd actually done the work.
Instead, I watched hours of 21 Jump Street. And mourned the lack of LJ. And didn't buy groceries. And wore my pajamas all day Sunday until I had to take a shower and get dressed at 7, because I was going out, which was so hard.
I mean, leaving the house when it's already dark out? Painful. Leaving the house when it's already dark out and -10? Very painful. Leaving the house when it's already dark, -10, and you've been in your pajamas all day? Exceedingly painful. I would never have made it if I weren't meeting someone who doesn't have a cell phone, and therefore I couldn't call and cancel. I'm glad I went, though - it was an Arabic cabaret night, which is apparently happening weekly, with a live band and a different dancer each week, and in between the dancer's sets everyone else can get up and dance. The dancer, Maya, is one of my favourite local dancers (and a former teacher of mine), and she was wonderful. Plus now I'm excited to start classes again tomorrow.
And this afternoon I'm making my semi-annual exchange of blood for cookies. They better have good cookies left by the time my appointment comes around.
I didn't do any packing this weekend. I'm such a slacker. Or possibly I've just decided that things that happen in the confines of my mind also happen in reality, because I thought about packing, figured out how everything would fit into boxes, and sat back, satisfied, as if I'd actually done the work.
Instead, I watched hours of 21 Jump Street. And mourned the lack of LJ. And didn't buy groceries. And wore my pajamas all day Sunday until I had to take a shower and get dressed at 7, because I was going out, which was so hard.
I mean, leaving the house when it's already dark out? Painful. Leaving the house when it's already dark out and -10? Very painful. Leaving the house when it's already dark, -10, and you've been in your pajamas all day? Exceedingly painful. I would never have made it if I weren't meeting someone who doesn't have a cell phone, and therefore I couldn't call and cancel. I'm glad I went, though - it was an Arabic cabaret night, which is apparently happening weekly, with a live band and a different dancer each week, and in between the dancer's sets everyone else can get up and dance. The dancer, Maya, is one of my favourite local dancers (and a former teacher of mine), and she was wonderful. Plus now I'm excited to start classes again tomorrow.
And this afternoon I'm making my semi-annual exchange of blood for cookies. They better have good cookies left by the time my appointment comes around.