Embraced by Morpheus

October 20, 2008 at 12:26 pm (Clairissa, The Easy Chair)

Ever had one of those weekends where nothing gets done? You start with grand plans, and one by one they get ignored or delayed. While I’ve never been one to slack when it comes to procrastination, I outdid myself this weekend.

It started off with a visit to my barber. I didn’t need a haircut, but I do enjoy the company of a woman from time to time. While lusting after a lesbian is an exercise in futility, we have a great time hanging out together, so when I called Clairissa to chat, she invited me over to kill an hour or two.

Halfway there, I get a text message: “Something came up, had to leave for a while. I’ll be back, but I’ll be late. Sorry…” I continued on to the shop, where I was met by a big dog and another of the shop gals. We talked for a bit, then she took the dog for a walk. The fur-covered futon felt sooo good… I stretched out, and the next thing I know I’m being licked by Marley, the big white dog. I’d slept for about an hour.

I kicked around for a few more minutes, but it was time to go. I almost nodded off on the bus ride downtown. I managed to get through my work-related meeting and headed for home. I curled up for a nap, and the next thing I knew it was Saturday morning.

Short story shorter, I slept most of Saturday away. I’d start watching a football game, or the league championships leading to the World Series, but I’d keep nodding out. WTF?

Sunday was much the same. Got up, got dressed, had breakfast and went back to bed.

Finally, about 6 AM today, I woke up feeling refreshed. To be safe, I slept another three hours. I probably won’t sleep for the rest of the week.

Just another thrill-a-minute weekend. Lord help us all if I end up having fun one of these weekends.


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