Pretending I am a college student.
I woke up naturally at 8:30am-ish. Glanced at the clock, recalled my freedom and went back to bed. Had strange and vivid dreams. Woke again around 10:30am and just laid there. Heaven. Made coffee in the hotel room and looked up movie times online. Ventured outside to hip and vibrant State Street and saw the Jimmy Carter documentary at a fantastic independent theater. Yeah. Picked up vegetarian Nepalese food "to go" and headed back to the hotel for college basketball watching and more lounging. Took a bubble bath. Lounging aplenty. Joined my fellow hotel guests at a free happy hour in hotel. (How fortuitous would that have been in college? Free beer and wine for an hour and a half. Woo-hoo!)
Worst Part of the Day-
Remembering I am married.
Will-O was being a d**k, in my book. I was highly perplexed by this as I perceived today as uber-relaxing and wonderful. After a verbal blow-up, he tells me he is feeling "down (I will ner understand why) and nostalgic and morose". He tells me it is partially due to him reading The Virgin Suicides (which I just gave him and is one of my favorite books and even though the title may sound macabre, the book is black comedy meets suburban myth as told via an adult recalling his 14 year-old self's perspective--gathered mostly from guess, rumor and legend. Anyway, it really isn't morose. It's fiction.)
Well, I stand by what I always say which is: if you are in a bad mood, it will infinitely help your interpersonal relations if you simply adopt the principle of stating "I'm in a bad mood for other reasons...it's not you." This will almost always work. Except when you are on a completely responsibility-free, stress-free weekend where you are reading books, going to independent films, and watching sports to your heart's content. Ah yes, a getaway weekend which someone else has planned for your pleasure. Then that line will only minimally help you.
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