Maybe I'll Watch The Grass Grow

I woke up this morning sometime after 6 and, given that this is my short day I thought about just staying up, but then I thought about not staying up and that idea won out.
I woke up at several other points after that and thought about getting up, but there was a wonderfully cool breeze blowing through the window and right across me, and when that happens it’s almost impossible for me to move, because lying in bed while a cool breeze blows across me ranks up pretty high on my list of favorite things.
(What do you want from me? I don’t drink and I don’t smoke and I have no sex life; my list of favorite things is naturally pretty short and I have to really stretch to come up with things to put on it.)
Eventually I forced myself to get up and do the usual bit of nothing that is my morning ritual. After talking to my mother I took a shower and gave Brian a call.
We had tentative plans to see Knocked Up yesterday, but when I talked to him then he said, “I don’t have time for the likes of you,” so I decided to try again today. This time he said, “I have more interesting things to do than go to a movie with you – like watching paint dry.”
Come to think of it, I may be paraphrasing a bit and he probably didn’t say anything quite like that, but the end result was that we didn’t go yesterday and didn’t go today.
I thought about just going by myself, but that would have meant having to gas up the car, and then deal with afternoon traffic on the drive back. Considering that I don’t especially like going to movies alone anyway, I decided to call it a miss.
Instead I just made a quick trip to the comic shop to pick up this week’s books, and now here I am.
Wish I had some paint to watch dry.