The day off

Usually on days off, people lie around, use it as part of a trip, and/or sleep in. Right? Well, here's how my day off so far has gone:

7:30 am: the cats are meowing. Get up grudgingly, stumble into roommate who promises to feed them. Go back to bed.

9 am: think one has slept so late, luxuriously late. Slept so much that head is foggy and body is exhausted. Look at clock and it's only 9am. Shake it off and get up anyway.

10am: Super arrives as promised to drop off boxes of books from work and fix our bathroom ceiling. Try to understand what he says in broken english and basically assume everything is fine.

11am: Super leaves while I'm listening to the Dreamgirls soundtrack. Proceed to clean everything in the house while dodging sleeping cats.

11:30 am: call former roommate to see when she's coming up to pick up the rest of her stuff, which she was supposed to get at XMAS, on Tuesday, and Wednesday. Leave her a voicemail.

11:45 am: begin to suspect that former roommate will not show.

Noon: realize that I am subsiding only on coffee. eat yogurt and smoke while blogging and checking work email.

And my plans for the rest of the day? Wait for a half hour to workout, and then workout. Eat something of substance. Go downtown to get frames for posters for the living room, and then hang them. Proceed to get more and more suspicious that former roomie won't show and then will have to have argument about stuff yet again. Former roomie will show up at worst time possible and try to emoitionally manipulate, and possibly intimidate new roomie. Then go downtown to host karaoke party. Get drunk while bitching about former roomie and sing "Jackson" with Pough's India Indian roommate. Get really wasted and wake up hungover tomorrow.

A good plan, no?