I lead such an exciting life. Yeah. If you're comparing me to a comatose snail. 2003-01-20 - 11:29 a.m.
Sarah's sister: "Sarah, at what point do you know that you've wasted your life away."
Sarah: "Gee, thanks for asking *me* this."
Sarah's sister: (grins)
Sarah: "Well, when you're 43, you make maybe $8 an hour, you've been working the same crap retail job for twenty years, and you're not even the manager- you're just one of the salesladies. You're single, you live alone with twelve cats.."
Sarah's sister: "No, that's too many for 43. You live alone with... four cats."
Sarah: "Ok, you live alone with four cats, and your idea of a fun Friday night is to stay home with your four cats and watch HGTV."
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This is the conversation that occurred just moments ago. So I'm 22, single, I have one cat, and, granted not by choice, am usually stuck at home watching TV/sitting in front of the computer on Friday nights (although not HGTV yet, thank God/Buddha/Allah/Mother Nature/Bill Clinton/R2D2/Whomever). Does this mean I am halfway to spinsterhood?
It is too early in the morning to be thinking about this. And I actually even got up at 9:30. I lead such a meaningful life to think that 9:30 is actually really early. But thankfully, a week from today I will be out of Hickville and hopefully back at my crap retail job so I can save money and get my damn master's already.
"The Tenant of Wildfell Hall" is getting good. I think today I will bust out the Prokofiev Sonata. It's amazing- the confidence you gain from actually practicing sometimes. Yeah. Exciting stuff. Have a lovely afternoon.
Oh and remember, you can take the incredibly pointless mangosurvey if you wish. Adieu.