This morning, I finished season one of the OC. Suddenly, I have time to have a life.
Oh. Ha. You have to have a life to have time to have a life. No, seriously, the minute the OC ended I put disc one of season one of Sex in the City in the DVD player, prompting S (when he got home from work) to say, "Maybe I'll buy you a back-up copy of these things, so that when you wear out the first set, you have a second set." Isn't he thoughtful?
Besides, it isn't as if I just sit on the couch watching TV. I worked out this morning, did my homework, cleaned the kitchen, did laundry, showered, ran to the grocery store and the clothing donation bin and organized my reading list for the next few weeks. All while watching Sex and the City. Sadly, I didn't call my cousin, which I should have. But I'm sure he'll understand, because my cell phone doesn't work in the apartment (or the surrounding area) and my home phone is just about useless. I can't even call people within our area code sometimes, simply because the phone is tempermental like that.
Yes, perhaps I should get that fixed, but I can't be bothered with things like that.
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