weekend in pajamas

after knocking myself out last weekend and having a slightly run down week this week, it's gonna be a relaxing weekend-in-pajamas around here for me...

I probably don't need to eat for another week after yesterday's sleep-voraciousness, but ever since I sent my will power and health sense on vacation I've been as lazy as I've ever been in this life... I mean, this body sent me a powerful wake up call at the concert last Saturday, but I seem to be ignoring even the messages I leave for myself...

I think I let myself catch cold this week... it is a cold-of-convenience... a fine excuse to lay back with the keyboard and vegetate and stuff my face... Precious is gone to the District Thespian competitions and ever since Rasputin started working nights again and having Wednesdays and Sundays off, he sleeps all Friday and Saturday evenings and that leaves me a bit more time with the TV off for music or just sweet silence...

I do have a ton of words to sort through thanks to this new myspace (who grabbed my attention in comment conversation for a few hours today) and also the fiery Miss Bandit (who could be a beautiful libido fantasy if she doesn't become a friend)... if I decide to rev up my mental engine a bit, btc may see that catch up flood before the weekend is out...

I am experiencing a void of social life though... and as I say that I just remembered that I was invited out to The Social to see a concert tonight by one of the therapists at work... she's cute, though has a boyfriend... and my officemate is throwing a Superbowl party (that's the second one I've been invited to) and I might decide to head over there for that next Sunday... and there were two concerts and a Broadway show already this month and I definitely want to catch Amy Steinberg on the 27th (though I don't think I am going to see Live with Raspy and Precious on the 30th... the $40 could go for something else... wait, is today the 27th?... holy crap in a can, look at the time... alas, the energy wanes), so it's not as if I'm not going out... it's just that missing partner that's got me all mushy-washy at the moment...

of course sitting in and substituting food for a person is a foolish way to die, but it is so dang American, isn’t it... seems that everything delivers except love (now that line deserves a dramatic sigh)...

no worries, my dear readers, all is well and this lazy self-defeating phase will not last forever (yeah, I mean, I've got to die sooner or later, right?... ah, see?... already the self-mockery returns and you know the giddiness and giggles can't be far behind)... and yes, even though nobody hardly reads me anymore except you few here (so I don't have any obligation to my many rabid fans), I still feel better when I'm all babbled out and I do not babble nearly as much as I used to...

babbling and exercise (and singing, don't forget singing)... I get those three back in my daily routine and who knows, maybe falling in love and ravaging sex won't be far behind...

see you around the web, my sweets J