"I noticed tonight that the world has been turning"
I have a daily routine. It's my thing. I wake up, go to work, come home, lounge around, and then go to sleep. It's a nice, simple set up that I have and I don't mind lazing about after work. I mean, I do go to work. That should be enough of an accomplishment right there.
Lauren runs errands after work. Well, she runs errands and then goes out to do fun social activities after work. This, I do not understand. Why does somebody want to go out and do fun social activities after work that doesn't include going to happy hour? It does boggle the mind.
Now that she's staying with us, I've been getting used to doing other things after work that doesn't require me to sit in traffic for an excruciating hour. It is refreshing too, I will admit.
Take yesterday for instance. We decided to leave work a tad bit early so that we could beat some of the traffic that would start piling up and stopped by the mall to pick up her new eye glasses since she lost the ones she brought up here. After that we stopped by the dress department and combed through each of those while thinking of every possible place we might be able to wear one of them without sticking out like a sore thumb. ("The gas station would totally be appropriate for this. I could pull it off.) Once we realized that even though they were on sale they were far out of our budget solar system, we hopped back in the car and made our way towards the house where Mel was waiting for us.
Before we made it to the house, we pulled over on the corner of Balls Ford and the Prince William Parkway to buy some of the world's greatest bar-b-que ever smoked by a wonderful man named, Oliver. When we arrived at the house, we scarfed down the bar-b-que, jumped back into the car, drove into Alexandria where I got pulled over by a cop (yes, again). I did my normal "I wasn't really speeding, was I, officier?" routine, drove off with only a warning, and managed to get a parking space directly in front of Banana Republic.
We looked around for a jacket that Lauren has been searching for over a month (it has been coming to her in her dreams), but learned that the store didn't have it and instead ordered it all the way from Seattle, Washington. As soon as all of that was taken care of, we sat in hella traffic while trying to get to the movie theater so we could watch the chick flick, The Family Stone which is a bittersweet movie with a semi-predictable plotline. When the movie ended, we popped over to Krispy Kreme, bought some warm glazed doughnuts, and then I sped my way back home where we organized clothes, cleaned my room, talked to Momma about the other half of her spa treatment (she really enjoyed it), and then crashed around 11:00pm.
This morning when the alarm clock went off I was exhausted. I couldn't even roll out of bed. All I could think was, "how the fuck do people do this? Don't they need a sufficent amount of time to regenerate their bodies?"
After my shower though and I was actually a-w-a-k-e, I was perfectly fine. It was just like any other morning and I made it to work on time. Who would have thought this kind of thing was possible? Certainly not me.
So I think I'm going to give this whole 'doing other stuff after work other than immediately changing into jammies' thing a try. If I can stick to it, then who knows what I'll be able to accomplish in a full day, but if it phases out then at least I'll be able to say that I once did other things after work other than watch television and eat cereal for dinner.