I wonder if I’ll ever be interesting. I mean, I go on facebook and I look at people’s pages, and either they’re way better self-promoters than I am or I really am terribly dull and boring. I’m not ‘wild and crazy’ – I don’t post pictures of me and my friends standing, arms over shoulders, leaning slightly back, grinning like it’s high school year book time, I don’t really do anything like a lot of people do. And sometimes I think I’m the most trivial person in the world, like a vacuum has more substance and paint drying more interest than me. Or maybe I’m feeling sorry for myself because I’m not what I would be. Now, stop yawing, everyone!
More Glum News
I gained weight over the past week. Perhaps overeating and not going to the gym did it. I did go today and the missed days really showed – my back and hips hurt. 😦 I stuck it out for 50 minutes, watching Chuck on my iPhone, but the heat, the lack of much eye candy, and my general upset caused me to find a quick quick excuse to stop. I have to timed it badly – I was walking out just as CH, the guy @ work was walking in to go swimming. So no CH in speedos for me. Just as well.
I don’t know why I feel so down. Perhaps the gulf between me and exciting, interesting, sexy people seems so much wider than usual today. I keep hearing Springsteen singing “I’m just tired and bored with myself.”
Then I came home and C’d cooked dinner and I got totally into surfing meaningless sites and didn’t get to go out shopping so we’ll have to go tomorrow morning. Won’t that be fun. I need baking soda, potatoes, oranges, unsalted butter and powdered milk. (I may convince C that a Yorkshire pudding would be a great side dish, else I’ll have to wait until we next do a roast.) Perhaps I’ll do it myself and let him sleep in. I think he’s annoyed with me because of the ditched plans. Him being annoyed with me is never good for my mood. I don’t treat him right and I let him do too much and take care of too much and then I change plans too much.
Plus work was crappy sort of, or rather – Monday looks like it will be.
I’ll try to get on line some more tomorrow. I’ve had the dubious pleasure of watching some really dreadful movies that I need to warn you of. All I have to offer to counteract this doomy gloomy stuff is this pic of Chris Evans as a pop star. He’s at the beginning of his career; but he’s already hella sexy.
(How would you make that star pop?)