Tuesdays...
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alasanonrarely live up to the expectations created by the rest of the week.
You think, "Oh! Tuesday's here! It's sure to be a good one this week!"
But it never is.
To be sure, they're better than most Mondays, but that's more a reflection on the Mondays rather than a positive feed for Tuesday. What happens on a Tuesday?
Let's take today as an example:
I will get out of this chair, dumping the cat on the bed with a minimum of ceremony, and go to the bathroom. Once there, I'll make use of the toilet, wash my face, brush my teeth, and grab my towel. After that--a shower, in the shower stall that isn't covered in hair and mildew. (It's more disgusting than you can imagine.)
My shower will last the usual ten to twenty minutes, and I'll go back into the room I share with a boy and a cat, try to find clothing I want to wear, probably eventually succeed in locating something suitably work-appropriate, put whatever it is on by piecemeal---and, yes, go to work.
At work, I will be deathly not-bored* for seven hours. Sometimes people will come in and purchase things from me and inbetween those times, I will play Ogre Tactics on my borrowed GBA. This is the first Game Boy game I've played since Tetris. I don't know how to feel about it, quite. It's like losing my virginity all over again. There is a slim chance (probably less than five percent) that I'll get tired of the game or my wrists will get sore and I'll take up either NetHack or writing something.
After work I will try to decide whether to go find food at some unknown location of my choice, or to simply hightail it over to my most excellent friend's house for whatever food is on the table or being scrounged tonight.
Then we will watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which is the only television show I watch with any regularity, and even so, I often arrive late and miss the first twenty minutes or so. I'm not much for television.
After that, we'll probably turn on the Playstation (two) and fire up Kingdom Hearts. We'll expend a half-hour or so defeating the final sequence of bosses again so that we can watch the ending movie, and in particular, the special 'bonus movie' that comes on after all the credits are done with.
Sometime after that, the boy I share a room with will arrive, most likely driving his mother's car, and we'll go home.
Long story short, I've got Tuesdays down to a science.
Now, as it happens, I was born on a Thursday, and, while that probably has nothing at all to do with anything, I can rarely predict those days as well as I can Tuesdays.
You would be correct if you were thinking that I'm talking just to waste time. There's nothing important I really have to say about Tuesdays. As it happened, I stayed up all night, and I'm in that not-exactly-sleepy state that sometimes happens. Were I to lay down, I'd probably fall asleep, but at this juncture, I'm thinking that would be a bad idea. So I'm going to be awake, petting my poor, poor flea-ridden cat, for another hour or two, and then...well, you can see where it's going to go from there.
*not-bored is defined as a state that, were it anyone else, would be considered 'bored', but in the case of me, and me in specific, is merely a state of waiting for something to happen. I don't get bored. If I yawn, I'm sleepy. Or narcoleptic. Or I rabidly dislike you. It's got to be one of the three.
~A.A.
You think, "Oh! Tuesday's here! It's sure to be a good one this week!"
But it never is.
To be sure, they're better than most Mondays, but that's more a reflection on the Mondays rather than a positive feed for Tuesday. What happens on a Tuesday?
Let's take today as an example:
I will get out of this chair, dumping the cat on the bed with a minimum of ceremony, and go to the bathroom. Once there, I'll make use of the toilet, wash my face, brush my teeth, and grab my towel. After that--a shower, in the shower stall that isn't covered in hair and mildew. (It's more disgusting than you can imagine.)
My shower will last the usual ten to twenty minutes, and I'll go back into the room I share with a boy and a cat, try to find clothing I want to wear, probably eventually succeed in locating something suitably work-appropriate, put whatever it is on by piecemeal---and, yes, go to work.
At work, I will be deathly not-bored* for seven hours. Sometimes people will come in and purchase things from me and inbetween those times, I will play Ogre Tactics on my borrowed GBA. This is the first Game Boy game I've played since Tetris. I don't know how to feel about it, quite. It's like losing my virginity all over again. There is a slim chance (probably less than five percent) that I'll get tired of the game or my wrists will get sore and I'll take up either NetHack or writing something.
After work I will try to decide whether to go find food at some unknown location of my choice, or to simply hightail it over to my most excellent friend's house for whatever food is on the table or being scrounged tonight.
Then we will watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which is the only television show I watch with any regularity, and even so, I often arrive late and miss the first twenty minutes or so. I'm not much for television.
After that, we'll probably turn on the Playstation (two) and fire up Kingdom Hearts. We'll expend a half-hour or so defeating the final sequence of bosses again so that we can watch the ending movie, and in particular, the special 'bonus movie' that comes on after all the credits are done with.
Sometime after that, the boy I share a room with will arrive, most likely driving his mother's car, and we'll go home.
Long story short, I've got Tuesdays down to a science.
Now, as it happens, I was born on a Thursday, and, while that probably has nothing at all to do with anything, I can rarely predict those days as well as I can Tuesdays.
You would be correct if you were thinking that I'm talking just to waste time. There's nothing important I really have to say about Tuesdays. As it happened, I stayed up all night, and I'm in that not-exactly-sleepy state that sometimes happens. Were I to lay down, I'd probably fall asleep, but at this juncture, I'm thinking that would be a bad idea. So I'm going to be awake, petting my poor, poor flea-ridden cat, for another hour or two, and then...well, you can see where it's going to go from there.
*not-bored is defined as a state that, were it anyone else, would be considered 'bored', but in the case of me, and me in specific, is merely a state of waiting for something to happen. I don't get bored. If I yawn, I'm sleepy. Or narcoleptic. Or I rabidly dislike you. It's got to be one of the three.
~A.A.
