SLIGHT PARALYSIS
Houseboy went off to play bingo for a birthday party for one of his bosses. In the morbid state I'm in, I'm paranoid he'll be involved in some horrible drunken holiday traffic accident (I virtually refuse to drive on the Fourth of July, Memorial Day, New Years, etc.). I really wanted him to stay home. I may have even pouted.

PMS PMS PMS.

On the other hand I feel sort of paralyzed by having the evening alone. I *should* work work work. But my eyes are crossing. So maybe I should just enjoy the solitude AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER. So I'm sitting here feeling totally paralyzed. Boohoo houseboy is gone. Oh my! I'm alone! I should work work work. I should play play play!

Given my fragile emotional hormonal condition I am going to opt for STAYING AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER. I am going to rent a stupid movie (Maid in Manhattan is calling me), eat steaming soup, and pretend I'm on a vacation for a few hours.

But having said that, why can't I tear myself away from this bloody fucking machine??

posted by Trixie at 5/26/2003 06:39:00 PM -