The roommates have been out of town since yesterday, so I've been able to get quite a bit done. When left to my own devices, I start getting really ambitious and industrious at around 1:00am. I've never known anyone who was as adept at killing time as they are. Granted, I too have those periods of listlessness where I feel that I've got 'nothing better to do,' and just goof off for an hour or two. But I'm still usually doing something vaguely constructive like doodling while watching TV, even though I know it's nothing I'd even consider hanging on to when the day is done.
My roommates sit and stare at the TV. For hours on end, doing nothing else. Watching things like Nascar and years-old 90210 episodes. I know, with my own affinity for awful SciFi I've got no room to criticize. But... three hours of 90210 reruns? Seriously?
Am I griping again? Yeah, I am. Sorry.
Anyway, the point is that I always feel like I'm disturbing them when I'm trying to get stuff done while they're lounging around like that. It makes me rush to get finished. In the last two days though, I've done all my laundry and cleaned a lot of minor messes that needed taking care of. Blaring weird and eccentric indie-rock through most of it.
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