Since the dawn of realizing it last week, me and the miss have taken to the Sun room and made it tip top and hip happening. Moving boxes, putting things in shelves, mopping the floor. It’s a regular M&B joint. Playing nice music, enjoying company. Overall a day of relaxation, even with the house to just ourselves for a couple of hours.
I read excerpts from a book of awesome last night and it made me hate myself a little. It’s setup is nothing short of ridiculous blog posts. It’s enjoyable, I laughed, but felt cheated. ‘I can do this too, what the fuck is my problem.’ That is my thought for the day.
But now I’m back at the apartment. relaxing further? giving myself something to do? I’m not sure yet… I’ll go find out.