I have a serious case of lazy whiny pouty pants. I'd planned to borrow my mom's car and go see folks in Portland, but nooooo, couldn't get a hold of anyone and I have no money so I thought, forget it, I'll stay home. I spent about 5 minutes "job searching", reading the latest email with job postings from careerbuilder, until I grew discouraged and decided it was time to distract myself. So I meandered to the living room, where I spent 3 hours watching Super Nanny and other quality programming, only getting up for bathroom breaks and to re-check the fridge and cupboards while whining to myself, "there's nothing to eeeeeat..."
Then my younger brother arrived, and I made a bold move from the living room recliner to plop in front of my laptop in the office. Finally Jeremy tried to drag me out of the house to go with him and my dad to the river, which required about 20 minutes of pep-talks and then straight up badgering. "But there's nothing to eeeeeat....I don't feeeeeeel like it.....I'm huuuungry......Waaaaaaaa...."
Yes, this is all very charming, I know. Thank god I have a flight out of here on Sunday, or you might find me a year from now, camped out on my mom's couch, buried in snack wrappers.
