I'm having painful twinges of panic that I'm not really needed around here. My brother just emailed me to say he and she will "rock" the groceries this week and they are going shopping tonight - oh, and if I or the other he have anything to add to the list, just let him know.
Doesn't he know that in my insomnia last night I planned 5 dinners and a coordinating shopping list? Why is he not getting the point? Of course he doesn't know I did - why would he know? He should just know!
I can't impose my unemployed-purposeless-directionless-need-to-cook-and-control-the-few-things-in-my-grasp
issues on my poor brother. So I will email him back as a normal person would, with a few additions to the list - and leave it at that.
They're just groceries, right? Well, not really. They're kind of the only exciting thing I have going on right now. A person can only surf the want ads for a certain number of hours before the double-vision sets in. And maybe they enjoy grocery shopping, too. I guess that's possible.
This is really sad and lame. I am now going to go make a new To-Do list which will include not just the requisite things that need to be done, but all of the things that I wish I had the time to do when I am not working. And they are not allowed to be kitchen related.
3/20/09
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