saturday's here...

It’s 1:30 am and I should be sleeping. There are a lot of other things I should be doing…but I either don’t feel for them strongly enough to go through with them, or I don’t do them because I have other bees in my bonnet. FYI for those new to the expression…its more than 350 years old!

One thing I need to do is de-stress. I take time out everyday to relax but de-stressing is quite another deal. I read myself to sleep…that’s relaxing…but thinking about whether Terry McCaleb will actually get enough incriminating evidence to convict Bosch is stressful in its own way. Having said that, reading is hands down the best thing I can do with my time!

My definition of “fun” is not what it used to be. And neither is it in accord with my peers’ idea of it. But tomorrow, after the recitation, I plan to dip my toe into their idea of “having a good time”. I don’t think I would be able to survive a plunge so I’m gonna approach it with baby steps rather than going all out…or rather…all in! A drive up to Mt. Hood and a day of skiing and BBQ. That was my choice over ice-skating followed by a movie and going to a Greek restaurant for drinks and dinner. It wasn’t as much a choice as it was a “no way out” kinda thing. I know everyone at the skating rink in the mall is waiting for me to get on the ice and land on my ass so that they can snicker at me! The reason? Well, I have this habit of standing outside the rink and hooting at anyone and everyone who loses balance and thuds down. And I know that I am not giving those creeps the opportunity they so badly want.

And the reason why I’m not interested in drinks and dinner is simple…I don’t drink…I mean, aside from water and coffee and the like! And take my word for it; it is NOT amusing or fun to control a group of drunken friends on a Saturday night…or to hear them take every topic at a tangent!! Moreover, I ain’t gonna be no designated driver for nobody!

So there…Q.E.D!

I got a fat bundle of homework to check…and I have my own homework due on Monday. But I’m not letting any of that come in the way of what I intend to do tomorrow. And neither I am gonna let any of my (albeit close) friends ruin it for me by making me their emotional trash can! I don’t know if that’s common or not, but of late most of my male friends keep me up all night ranting about what’s wrong with their personal lives! That kinda pretty much does it for me coz its nearly impossible to get back to bed when one of your best male friends is sobbing on the phone at 2 in the morning! Try getting back to sleep after consoling someone for close to 2 hours!! At the risk of running this blog entry into 2 pages I’ll share my new defense mechanism. When these guys call at night (usually in an inebriated state!) I tell em that’s what life is and make em hear all that they want me to say. And when they call me up in the morning/day/evening…I haul their asses and tell em to be men and not take crap from women who treat them like effing crap! It works better than staying up all night trying to knock some sense into a drunk’s head!

I should hit the sack now! I’ve added an image to go with the idea of skiing at Mt. Hood!

G’night!