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I feel obligated to post something tonight, because I haven't written since Sunday and I have a night to myself...what else will I do? I decided not to watch TV, which really means that I stopped watching TV around 7 o'clock, after half-watching Ellen, Law & Order: CI, and Friends. I don't like that I watch this much TV right now. There are more important things to do.

Like write blogs, and read books (I am done one book of Indian short stories and have another on loan from a friend). I also have a book that I bought in December sitting waiting to be read, two random books of facts, lists & trivia (which I will never sit down and read straight through) and three or more work-related non-fiction books I would like to plow through at some juncture.

I can hear voices downstairs, and I feel a mix of contentment that I am alone, and sadness that I'm not part of the laughter. Oh, missing out. I never want to miss out, even when I'm happy alone.

Five minutes later - a conversation.

Me: Sometimes I wonder, when I have inappropriate dreams, why...like, what is going on in my subconscious that I don't know about?
Wendy: Babies!
Me: Uhhh
Wendy: I just assumed you meant sexually inappropriate...not like, "In my dream, I committed sloth."
Me: hysterical laughter (in my head)


I think that's all I've got for tonight. I am going to do a little reading, maybe talk a little, laugh a bit, and then sleep.

Comments

Jill Brown said…
Ahahahah! I died laughing at that 'conversation'- then read it to Liz-then laughed hysterically again.

I would love to be a fly on the wall in your house.
Beth said…
thanks, jill! i was starting to wonder if people were amused/shocked or ambivalent about the story...which i found HILARIOUS as well :)

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