Tuesday, February 16

Narcissism.

We survived, folks! Valentine’s Day is over, gone, done with, finished. Actually, as much as I may or may not have griped and groaned about it on here, I had a great day—a great single day, too. That’s right: you don’t need to be in a mushy relationship to enjoy chocolate. Shocker, right? I know. I thought I would be a complete narcissist and document my day on here:
7:00 Wakeup time. It’s Sunday. This is the torture imposed on me.
8:15 Leave for church. Late. Again.
8:35 Arrive at church. Five minutes late. (This is, actually, a record. We’re usually later.)
10:00 Chat with old people I don’t really know.
10:15 Escape from said old people
10:30 Home, meaning I’m checking Facebook.
10:40 Chatting with my brother about how much he hates Valentine’s day, and how he could ruin the day for others.
11:00 Aw, my dad made breakfast. He claims it was for “his girls”. His girls know that he was hungry, and was smart enough to realize that neither of us would produce any food for him. (Want a hot meal? Light your cornflakes on fire.)
11:30 Settle in on the couch with chocolate and a movie. Yes, this is the life.
1:00 Still eating that chocolate and watchin’ that movie.
2:00 Start that essay that’s due at midnight.
2:20 find out a friend is going to show up at my door. She’ll call first.
2:30 Surprise! Kate didn’t call. She’s here (and that essay isn’t finished…)!
8:30 After much chatting, gabbing, passing of gossip, and several Lean Cuisines later, Kate takes off for home.
8:31 I run to finish that essay that has been lurking at the back of my mind.
9:00 FINISHED. Good. On to more chocolate and to check my thousands of college emails.
9:02 A conversation is started online. I somehow end up watching an episode of “Monk” from Hulu while chatting about it with my friend from my Yahoo account.
9: 40 I’ve made it about eleven minutes into that episode. I loathe my internet connection.
10:00 I’m quitter. Giving my apologies to friend, I decide that since he’s at around 35 minutes to my 14, It’s pretty hopeless.
10:30 Night, all.

Yeah. I lead one exciting life. Hope you had a more exciting day than I did! Chocolate*!
*(I find ‘chocolate’ is an acceptable substitute for ‘cheers’ in such situations.)

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