Well, there is no denying it now.
I skipped every post on the blog last week. It really wasn’t intentional.
Monday arrived and after a hectic day at work, I just didn’t have the energy to
write a post about my weekend. (Which was boring, unless you wanted to hear
about me watching Friends all day,
eating cinnamon Chex out of the box?) So I told myself, “Self, you are amazing.
Not to worry about missing one post. You can always catch up on Wednesday.”
Well, Wednesday arrived. My day
at work was even more hectic. All I really wanted to do was drink a glass
(read-bottle) of wine and eat a few slices (read-full wedge) of Brie. I was so
exhausted from work, I couldn’t even think hard enough to write a blog post.
(And let’s be honest, I am not writing anything Pulitzer Prize worthy.) So I told myself, “Self, you are brilliant.
Not to worry about missing a second post. You can review the whole week on
Friday.”
Well, Friday arrived. My day at
work was quite possibly the longest day ever. I am pretty sure the 8 hour work
day lasted 16. I also had the brilliant idea of making a trip to Target after
work. (A rather successful trip… two new Essie polishes and Hocus Pocus on DVD.) All I wanted to do
when I got home was put on fat pants. Also, those Friends DVDs weren’t going to watch themselves. So that’s exactly
what I did. I sat on my ass for hours, painting my nails and watching Friends with my dog. It was glorious. I
did feel a little bad about missing another post. So I told myself, “Self, you
are spectacular. Not to worry about missing the post today. You have all
weekend to write a whole slew of posts.”
Well, the weekend went by. The
headache from hell hit me all day Saturday so I decided the best course of
action was to drink tea and watch more Friends.
(Really the best course of action in any
given situation.) My husband came home from a week long work trip super later
Saturday night so we lounged about all day Sunday. We did venture out to get an
early breakfast from Ted’s Bulletin on 14th St., seriously my new
favorite in our neighborhood. There is something so amazing in its simplicity.
(I’m probably just tired of all the unnecessary pretentiousness you find in
this city… but I digress.) So after a weekend of doing not much of anything and
enjoying every second, I had yet to write a word. So I told myself, “Self, you
are radiant. Not to worry about missing a full week. You can write a book of
posts tomorrow.” (I might be a bit delusional and self-involved)
Well, yesterday passed by. I can
honestly say Sunday night and yesterday were a blast and well worth missing a
blog post. A group of my friends and I got together for a late night dinner at
P.F. Changs on Sunday. We shut that place down! (I know, I know… we are
rebels.) Monday was spent at the outlets, buying way too many blazers and
realizing how much I have missed having my friends around. After such a fun
day, I then took the metro home from Springfield. After a long trip on the
metro and a long walk back to my apartment, I just did not have the energy to
do much more than hang up said blazers. So I told myself, “Self, get your shit
together… tomorrow…tonight, there is more Friends
to watch.”
So here I am, home from a long
Tuesday at work, made only slightly better by one of my new blazers from
H&M, finally posting something. I hate to admit it (no I don’t, I love
admitting it.) I am rather proud I was able to ramble about not blogging to
make a full blog post. I guess you could say that this was a week and weekend
in rewind. Sometimes the business of life takes over and there is just no time
for a creative outlet. This week should be (relatively) drama free and I am
already working on a real post for tomorrow, while I watch Friends.
So I say adieu (to you, and you,
and you.)
