Are you there, God? It's me, Dan
Sunday night. As in the night before I go back to work. No, that's not really significant in and of itself. I'm just saying, is all, that it's the night before I go back to work again for a week full of label-making, and box moving. I know you're jealous.
No, what's on my mind most - aside from the fact that I can down nearly a full bottle of wine on my own still (go me) - is not that another week is ahead of me, but that another weekend is behind me. And another weeked where I... didn't do a whole hell of a lot.
Which isn't to say that I ever go into a weekend saying that I'll hit up X party, then so-and-so's house after, and then I close it up at that bar (and that's just Friday!). I mean, what makes Sunday through Thursday nights so different that fun can't be had then, too? I will grant that weekends do provide more time or opportunity, since after all, the fear of a hangover isn't as imposing come Friday night, as it is come Tuesday night. But anyway, I was just reminded that my life isn't as full as I would like.
I have job. Good, check. It's well-paying, to boot so I ought to be spending the fruits of my labor by going out and doing stuff. Instead, I spend it on Transformers. Don't get me wrong - I love transformers. But they're not exactly worth sleeping with in the same way as a girl might be.
So with my job taken care of, that leaves me both opportunity and resources to have a life. A life that isn't defined by my work. That's a hold-over from when I was in school, where my life was my work. Now, not quite the case (thank god). And yet a life isn't quite what I'm having.
I want to go to movies, and out to eat, and even go to shows (my aggravation with standing for hours, or putting up with people smoking around me notwithstanding). But, like, i don't have anyone to do these things with. And I don't know how to meet people with whom to do such activities. More than anything, what I want - to borrow from Friendster - are activity partners. Sure, I would like a girlfriend, too, someone to hang out and watch tv, make dinner with, sit on my somewhat uncomfortable futon with (it's my roommate's futon, really, so don't blame me).
I enjoy my independence. A great deal. I like just heading out on a Saturday afternoon to trudge about Chicago, whether that be to a costume shop ass-far away or otherwise. But that does get a little tiresome. I would like to hang out with people, too. And do things. With people. And then anything else is just... I don't know, frosting. Gravy. Take your pick, it all means the same.
So I go back to work tomorrow. And while I share in the universal saftey from going out - it being the work week and all - I fear for next Friday. Next Friday will come again, and again, I'll have no plans to fall back on, nor people to call. And I'll be at home again - alone, probably - finishing up another bottle of wine. Just because I can.
-dan
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Sunday night. As in the night before I go back to work. No, that's not really significant in and of itself. I'm just saying, is all, that it's the night before I go back to work again for a week full of label-making, and box moving. I know you're jealous.
No, what's on my mind most - aside from the fact that I can down nearly a full bottle of wine on my own still (go me) - is not that another week is ahead of me, but that another weekend is behind me. And another weeked where I... didn't do a whole hell of a lot.
Which isn't to say that I ever go into a weekend saying that I'll hit up X party, then so-and-so's house after, and then I close it up at that bar (and that's just Friday!). I mean, what makes Sunday through Thursday nights so different that fun can't be had then, too? I will grant that weekends do provide more time or opportunity, since after all, the fear of a hangover isn't as imposing come Friday night, as it is come Tuesday night. But anyway, I was just reminded that my life isn't as full as I would like.
I have job. Good, check. It's well-paying, to boot so I ought to be spending the fruits of my labor by going out and doing stuff. Instead, I spend it on Transformers. Don't get me wrong - I love transformers. But they're not exactly worth sleeping with in the same way as a girl might be.
So with my job taken care of, that leaves me both opportunity and resources to have a life. A life that isn't defined by my work. That's a hold-over from when I was in school, where my life was my work. Now, not quite the case (thank god). And yet a life isn't quite what I'm having.
I want to go to movies, and out to eat, and even go to shows (my aggravation with standing for hours, or putting up with people smoking around me notwithstanding). But, like, i don't have anyone to do these things with. And I don't know how to meet people with whom to do such activities. More than anything, what I want - to borrow from Friendster - are activity partners. Sure, I would like a girlfriend, too, someone to hang out and watch tv, make dinner with, sit on my somewhat uncomfortable futon with (it's my roommate's futon, really, so don't blame me).
I enjoy my independence. A great deal. I like just heading out on a Saturday afternoon to trudge about Chicago, whether that be to a costume shop ass-far away or otherwise. But that does get a little tiresome. I would like to hang out with people, too. And do things. With people. And then anything else is just... I don't know, frosting. Gravy. Take your pick, it all means the same.
So I go back to work tomorrow. And while I share in the universal saftey from going out - it being the work week and all - I fear for next Friday. Next Friday will come again, and again, I'll have no plans to fall back on, nor people to call. And I'll be at home again - alone, probably - finishing up another bottle of wine. Just because I can.
-dan
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