This Better Not Mean I Have To Turn Off the TV
Posted by Moose on January 1st, 2007. Filed under: Tis the Season.It’s 9:42 p.m. on New Year’s Day and I have yet to make anything even remotely resembling a resolution. I also have yet to take down the Christmas tree, but that’s none of your business. I can leave my Christmas tree up until March if I want to. Given my usual penchant for Forming Plans that Will Change My Life Or At Least Clean Off The Top Of My Desk (this happens at least twice a week), I’m not feeling the need to hop up and draft a fresh list. (Though my to-do list currently has 42 immediate action items, if you were wondering. Which you weren’t, but you should. One of those items is probably emailing you. Hi, friends! Friends who haven’t heard from me because my phone doesn’t give me voice messages and my fingers were fused to the remote instead of typing you a note!)
Instead of forming resolutions, I spent today (wo)manfully plowing through a hangover (by sleeping through it), walking on the beach with the dog who abandoned me for anyone carrying milk bones, and chatting through the problem du jour (when you are overly dramatic about most everything, you can use phrases like “problem du jour” because tomorrow’s problem will be vastly different than today’s, and yes there will be another problem tomorrow) with someone who shares my delusions of grandeur and also types really, really fast.
I’ve always enjoyed our chats about delusions of grandeur because I thought that’s what they would remain. Delusions. Sure, I’d mention my delusions from time to time. I’d even put them on my to-do list, where they would keep getting shuffled down, under “read encyclopedias F-G” and “eat more corn muffins”. I never suspected I’d have to do anything about them. Even after I ended our chat today with a promise to put on something other than sweat pants and begin imagining vague storylines, I remained fairly confident that I could ignore the promise and watch a few episodes of Firefly instead.
Until this. She’s doing it. She’s turned the delusion into a count-down button on her sidebar.
Damn it.
[Edit: I would like it noted by anyone who's grading me on my follow-through that I have written 500 words since finishing this post. Not 500 words that will change the world of fiction or even 500 words that anyone would want to read, but 500 TOTALLY MADE UP WORDS NONETHELESS. I did not mention the dog, my to-do lists or my need for cheese, not even by saying "it's someone else's dog and THAT MAKES IT FICTION." I am pleased with myself.]
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