Cause I’m decadent like that, yo.
Actually, no. Not because I’m decadent. Far from that actually. I’m actually quite down to earth and a great listener. At least, that’s what the people say about me, the ones who can’t see the glaze settling over my eyes while they go on and on and on and on…well, you get the idea, but really, I was interested in what they had to say! For the first ten minutes, anyways. After that, if you’re still talking and you won’t even let me get in a word edgewise, you deserve the glazed eyes and drooling from me.
Okay, okay, but let me explain why I haven’t been anywhere near a computer these past two weeks.
Our AC upstairs broke down and my workstation is upstairs, so…I couldn’t work up there. You see my impeccable logic here, right? No, I couldn’t just bring down my laptop to the living room downstairs and work, couldn’t sit at the dining room table and work, oh noooo, I have my ritual, have my setup all to my liking, like hell I was going to go through that crap all over again.
Nah, I was just going to wait until the AC repair guy showed up like magic to our front door and make everything all chill again.
Of course, it never occurred to me that one would first have to CALL the maintenance people for such thing to happen.
Okay, so I’m exaggerating a bit, but I might not have pushed my husband enough to call them. I would’ve done it myself, but hey, I don’t speak the lingo, so it’s not my fault if my husband kind of drops the ball a few times, right?
Those few days turned into a week. Then that week turned into two weeks.
The fifteenth day was yesterday. I did some self-reflection, stretched out on the couch in front of the TV, MST3K playing in the background, doing some Memrise on my phone, and then felt so disgusted with myself. I was being a lazy bum and all just because I was too lazy to set up a workstation downstairs that would’ve taken all of fifteen minutes (if that) to do.
So, I decided to get my lazy ass off the couch, of which there is now a permanent dent where I had laid there for the past two weeks, and worked on setting up a workstation in the living room, actually right next to the couch that I’ll probably have to fumigate now, seeing as how I didn’t leave it for fifteen days.
The setting up took all off 5 minutes, which mostly consisted of me lugging down (actually my husband did it) a cheap plywood desk that is basically a plank of wood with two metal legs on each end, setting it next to the couch, bringing down my laptop, hooking it up to the nearby outlet and then finally bringing down my chair, with all the requisite cushions that make me feel like I’m sitting on a cloud. A cheap cloud, but a cloud, nonetheless.
Of course, this was after my husband so kindly informed me that the repairman or woman would be here the next afternoon and if I would be in.
All that work! All that ten minutes of work! Wasted! Argh!
Okay, so I’m being just a bit sarcastic. Maybe more than just a bit, actually.
Anyways, moral of the story is, don’t be a lazy bum.
So, the time is now about fifteen minutes before noon, and I’ll probably hop in the shower, get some vegetables for the dinner which will consist of me throwing a bunch of things into the crockpot and praying everything will taste reasonably okay with everything else, and then writing/editing/designing for the rest of the day.