Yet again, I cannot even pretend. It's Friday. 4:36a.m. All week, I've put mself to bed before 2 because I am fighting some bug, but tonight, I felt better and I'd no clean clothes. So, laundry. Three loads - black, not black, and SURPRISE, pink. Yes. Well, pinkish. I now fully own that I'm going through a girlie phase what with the pink and the shiny. Maybe I'll ask for a pretty pink Huffy for my birthday.
After all the excitement of laundry, I cannot sleep. I tried and abandoned lying there awake. How could I when my blog-reading public has been so neglected? Did I use "lying" correctly? Is lying the act of being set down or is laying? Argh. Does anyone besides me care? I think lying is correct. Now I lay me down to sleep. Lying there awake.
Word of the day: usufruct. Say it with me now, usufruct. I came across this in a record of a conversation someone had with a borrower. Gotta love them legal words. According to the trusty M-W online, it's the right to use and/or enjoy the profits of something someone else owns. Usufruct. Great word.
Man. I turned in my 10th travel voucher yesterday. I've been here almost 11 weeks. Tawk amongst yerselves.
Sitting next to my right elbow is the three-inch thick Count of Monte Cristo. After 1085 pages I'm refusing to let myself finish it just now. I have 11 pages left. I want to read these eleven happy pages in a happy place - say, outside in the pre-dusk breezes, with a nice beverage in hand - not when my eyes feel too big for my head. So, I sit here, typing, tortured.
I'll try to go to sleep now. Enjoy your Friday.
1 comment:
Yes, it's Friday. Oh happy day. Perhaps you have something fun planned for the weekend. At least stimulating. We would love to see more pictures,even if it's your pink laundry.
M
Post a Comment