Wednesday, March 12, 2008

What I Get Up To When The LT Is Out Of Town

LT left on Sunday for a conference in Disneyland (some people have all the luck) and after a normal weekend of us running around like chickens with their heads cut off and going skiing and all that, I was looking forward to SLEEPING. The LT seems to have some secret source of one-hundred-percent renewable energy that many governments would probably kill to get their hands on, so no one tell any governments, okay? I swear the man is unstoppable. After working twelve-hour days, he fills every evening with maintenance work on FIVE (5) vehicles, pushes all of his lazier and less disciplined friends (including me) to attend Happy Hour on a regular basis, would be rolling me out of bed at 5:30 to be on the mountain every Saturday at 8 am if he didn't think I'd break up with him for it, and may for all I know be planning his world domination tour.

In California, he spent Sunday night out with his fraternity brothers and Monday night driving to Santa Monica, getting about four hours of sleep each night. I can't compete with that. Who could?

In contrast, I have done nothing that requires leaving my apartment except going to work. Well, and going grocery shopping. And tutoring. And I went running twice. And working out and doing yoga, except that doesn't require leaving the apartment. And I swept out my apartment, scrubbed my tub, returned a package to FedEx, cleaned my bathroom, and baked bread. And I added a few pages to my novel.

But aside from THAT, I did nothing.

1 comment:

l-t said...

Want to understand it? Go read this:

And then read the actual report:

Practice makes perfect!