thefox

This morning I woke up in time to kiss LittleFierceOne before he headed off to work. I then settled into my normal routine of "sit on my ass until something better comes along." Usually this takes place in front my computer, but lately I've been at the mercy of Legend of Zelda. (SHIT THAT'S A LONG GAME!) I then managed to fuck up my ink cartridge (trying to refill it after printing out maps for Legend of Zelda - this is a bad habit...)

Finally, I realized that (yet again) I was spending another day sitting on my ass. My fat ass. Boo.

So, I put on a bathing suit, grabbed The Tipping Point, and headed to the pool to swim and read. It was lovely - I had forgotten how nice it is to just spend some time in my own head for a while. I truly think I'm afraid of my own mind - which is probably why I'm constantly talking. I don't want to be introspective for fear of what I might find - and perhaps that's just how extroverts are. However, floating in the pool by myself, just thinking and relaxing, felt good. After about an hour of floating, I read for a while, getting the mood-enhancing sunlight (without the burn - hooray cloud cover).

I really should spend more time with me. I'm a pretty interesting person. I think the darndest things.

Gushing:

Anyway, enough seriousness... Sadista and Marksy are headed this way!