Well, today I perfected my really bored face. I stood out on the lawn, trying to prepare myself to hang laundry for probably the 23rd time since vacation started, and I just knew that I had established the glazed "I'm not really alive" face. I stood there. Devoid of motion, and I knew that I was suddenly an expert at being bored.
Then I started monologuing. "Get a hold of yourself Rachel! Do you know how pathetic you are?" and so I accomplished three things today,
-I found my library card and
-I went to the library and
-I primed a board that I will paint a picture on tomorrow. (assuming I finish my first one)
*oh, and I finished the day without taking one single nap
p.s. I'm wearing a workout headband
p.s. I think it's hard to go jogging in the morning if you are addicted to the late show and watch it everynight.
p.s. I'm not addicted to the late show. the last time I watched it was last summer when Lettermen had the Strokes play. I watched the whole episode just to see those darling Italian boys. (but I am addicted to SNL, which makes it just as hard to go jogging Sunday morning but I don't do that anyway)