Day 2 of Week 1 of My Doing Absolutely Nothing
Yesterday, I realized the extent of my stupidity. So there I was, boiling water for the instant pancit canton, mixing the condiments in the little packets in, and then rushing to eat the whole plate because I had to get my clothes from the dryer at the laundromat, which is about a five-minute walk away. My sis and I were going to go have dinner at the Vietnamese restaurant but we realized we were both broke, so she just decided to go home. So there I was, folding my clothes into wonderful soft little piles. And there I am, watching mind-numbing TV, dilly-dallying. At about ten minutes before seven, my sister gets home, sniffs and goes to the stove, and turns it off! Shit. I had forgotten to turn it off after boiling water earlier. I mean, I was sure I turned it off. (I had probably flicked the switch to the right a little, put the flame out, but not the gas). So I had actually been sitting there for quite a few hours and all that gas had been leaking. Even a little spark, like my sister's key turning in the keyhole, could have caused a fire. Not to mention the fact that I had been breathing all those fumes in, too. Not to mention the fact that I had been contemplating about smoking a cigarette in the sun room. Aaarggghhh! This just reeks of stupidity. This is definitely going on my top five.
Yay! The delivery guy from Staples just came with my table. How hightech. He actually had me sign for it in his palmtop.
So now I'm off to the lib. I just have to make a list of books to borrow first. It is getting really cold.
Oops! Somebody's smoke alarm just went off. Gonna go check it out. False alarm. Ugh, that could have been me yesterday.
"You let me violate you...you let me desecrate you..." - Richard Cheese doing Nince Inch Nails' Closer in ridiculous cheesy accent with characteristically cheerful Sesame-Street-like accompaniment
Yesterday, I realized the extent of my stupidity. So there I was, boiling water for the instant pancit canton, mixing the condiments in the little packets in, and then rushing to eat the whole plate because I had to get my clothes from the dryer at the laundromat, which is about a five-minute walk away. My sis and I were going to go have dinner at the Vietnamese restaurant but we realized we were both broke, so she just decided to go home. So there I was, folding my clothes into wonderful soft little piles. And there I am, watching mind-numbing TV, dilly-dallying. At about ten minutes before seven, my sister gets home, sniffs and goes to the stove, and turns it off! Shit. I had forgotten to turn it off after boiling water earlier. I mean, I was sure I turned it off. (I had probably flicked the switch to the right a little, put the flame out, but not the gas). So I had actually been sitting there for quite a few hours and all that gas had been leaking. Even a little spark, like my sister's key turning in the keyhole, could have caused a fire. Not to mention the fact that I had been breathing all those fumes in, too. Not to mention the fact that I had been contemplating about smoking a cigarette in the sun room. Aaarggghhh! This just reeks of stupidity. This is definitely going on my top five.
Yay! The delivery guy from Staples just came with my table. How hightech. He actually had me sign for it in his palmtop.
So now I'm off to the lib. I just have to make a list of books to borrow first. It is getting really cold.
Oops! Somebody's smoke alarm just went off. Gonna go check it out. False alarm. Ugh, that could have been me yesterday.
"You let me violate you...you let me desecrate you..." - Richard Cheese doing Nince Inch Nails' Closer in ridiculous cheesy accent with characteristically cheerful Sesame-Street-like accompaniment
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