today i feel: sleepy
today i'm hearing: whatever da's watching on television
today i'm thinking: i thought this would improve with time?
today i'm hearing: whatever da's watching on television
today i'm thinking: i thought this would improve with time?
Well, it's New Years Eve and I'm stuck at home with my parents and the dog. Again. Last year I was feeling pretty under the weather and ended up falling asleep in front of Night in Casablanca. As stated: ill. It was...depressing, for one, and I promised myself I wouldn't let that happen again.
Unfortunately, my mother keeps forgetting that I have had a driver's license for three years and am more than capable of maneuvering through various forms of weather, including the snow we are experiencing now. For serious. It will be fine. I'll discuss this with her in a short while, I'm sure. I can only take so much Still Standing before I feel my brain dissolving and have to go do something else.
I don't know. There's something sad about being home for New Years Eve when you're only nineteen and should be out being stupid and immature instead. We'll see, we'll see. I love my parents but...man! They are so old when it comes to things like New Years Eve! It's like, holy shit, it's ten thirty! If we don't go to bed RIGHT NOW, the world will probably end or something. Geez. Can't we at least have a drink first? It'll take you an hour to drink it for fear of looking intoxicated around your daughter...
Oy vay. Sammy's being stinky again. Dogs are gross.
It's 23.34. The snow got too deep to go out into. I helped my parents shovel the drive, then watched Rowan Atkinson and Monty Python. And then I came down here: to paint and write. To think, which I shouldn't be doing if you really want to know.
I think I'm going to have to turn off my phone, or I'll be tempted to talk to someone. Which I really don't want to do. Jesus.
I hope tomorrow is brighter than tonight is turning out to be. How I hope, how I hope.
Be safe and warm this next year. I'll see you on the other side.
1 comment:
Yes, even the four year old in this household was up past 11 last night to celebrate the new year which she doesn't even really understand what a year is but that's not stopping her. Sorry you're stuck at home. We had some sparkling grapejuice and Kimberly made the best, I repeat, the best cookies I have ever had: shortbread with imported chocolate and cappucino chips. Lots of butter. Excessive? Yes. Jolly fun. Hope your new year is a good one.
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