a weakness. classic films. singing, tap dancing, swell and neat-o. who needs the usual malcom in the middle when you can be watching bing? hmm?
I went out today. Ventured into the cold, walked the streets of the city, had a meal with him. I spent an unusual amount of time at the barnes and noble hoping a christmas present or two would jump out at me. *sigh* came home empty handed...as per-usual.
Cake or death?
and a big monkey pie.
Im back in my fleecy sweatpants now with warm laptop on my lap (-how appropriate-). **did you hear about the scientist who burned his ~ahem~ genitalia because he had his laptop in his lap? true story!** SO, ive been feeling a little guilty about the always being in my sweatpants when im home thing. But it's really not that bad. Im comfy. Better than sitting in long johns and jeans and other various layers of non comfort. Im just feeling lazy, but that's okay too, cause when I work..i certainly work hard.
Im remembering the summer when I worked 12-18 hour days 6 days a week. No no, i jest not. It's true. But those hours are hardly noticeable if you're enjoying what your'e doing. Too bad half the time I wasnt, not that summer atleast. But that's beside the point, i was trying to explain away my laziness.
now where was I.
Oh right..sweatpants.
They sure are comfy.
*le sigh*