For those who wake
With a blind headache
Who must be still
Who will sit and wait
For sunday, to be monday

Some of us (Pretty) woke up with hangovers (Pretty) this morning (Pretty). Some of us (me) did not. However, it sounds like of the two of us, Pretty had more fun.

I got a lot accomplished today, in my mind. I changed the bed and washed the mattress pad and the sheets. I took down the curtains in the bedroom and picked up the rugs in the bathroom and entrance and washed them, too. I did what amounted to very little “clothing” laundry. Washed all the towels and sheets. Hung everything up / put everything away / remade the bed.

I grabbed some compost bags from the store and emptied my planters and put them neatly on the balcony. The bags filled with dirt and dead plants are down at the curb now, next to my recycling. I’ll take the garbage bin down in the morning. Right now, the barbecue is sitting on top of it, and it’s still bungeed to the rails.

I did the dishes, vacuumed, made breakfast (bacon, tomato, a banana, tea, and some slices of Quebec bleu cheese). And I cleaned the bathroom and vacuumed. Not bad for a Sunday.

CB called around 4:30, and said he’d see me later. But I had the feeling, from the tone in his voice… and I knew he was really tired. Anyway, I went for a nap. I took a book, but let’s face it, I meant to sleep. ;-) I conked out for about two hours. On top of the fact that clocks changed this weekend and I slept in extra this morning… (after going to bed last night around 12:30 I woke up at 7:30, determined that was too early, so I lay there until I fell asleep again for another couple of hours. It was nice, having nothing to rush off and do.) Anyway, I hope not to complain too loudly about a lack of sleep this week because I got a fair bit this weekend.

T. said she and Seko would come by for dinner on Sunday. With CB, that makes four of us. I’m hoping Pretty can come, and it would be great if Johnny showed up, but I’m not hedging my bets on that one. But if it’s me and T. and Seko and Pretty, then that makes CB the only boy, and that just seems mean… I wish Chicago lived closer. Seeing as I’m not really speaking with TheEx right now, and Chicago lives so far away and Johnny has the kids, I’m a little short on male friends right now.

I’m a bit ticked at CB, but I really can’t clarify why. Okay, that’s not exactly true. I know why I’m a bit ticked, but frankly, I can’t justify it in my own head. He said that he would see me today, and then when I talked to him today, he said he would see me later. And then he went home and apparently fell asleep, because I talked to him half an hour ago and he said he was out cold and going back to sleep. That’s fine. The guy gets up before dawn on the days that he works.

But. I mean, what if I’d had plans today? What if I’d had plans tonight? Am I just supposed to sit around and wait to see if he’s coming by or not? At the same time, I came to the realization that there was no way in hell I was going to go out and do anything tonight, anyway. I could’ve volunteered to drive to Dunnville and didn’t. It’s just… the same with last night, when he said he was gonna shower and come down. And then two and a half hours later, he finally showed. I guess I just find it a bit disrespectful, that he doesn’t have a lot of consideration for other peoples’ time. But again, I wasn’t gonna do anything tonight, anyway. So what is there really to get mad about?

I guess I’ll wait and see if it becomes a regular occurrence and then maybe I’ll say something. I know on the nights that I work and he comes down, he doesn’t usually show until 10. But that might be his way of giving me time to get home and in the door, you know? So I’m not sure if it really is a disrespectful thing or not. And today, well, he had to work. So… ?

I watched a documentary earlier on Black Hawk Down. The movie is on now, it’s part of History Television’s Fact and Fiction series. I just… after watching the two hour documentary, I couldn’t handle watching the movie. Too much bad. I’m not sure who was right and who was wrong, but just the fact that something like that could happen, that it did happen, that it’s probably still happening… It’s sickening. To drag a dead soldier through the streets… a man who was there just doing his job… I hope to God I am never, ever that angry with someone, never that disrepectful of human life. See, here I am talking about CB being freaking late and in the grand scheme of things, it’s nothing compared to what it could be.

I guess perhaps the Sunday blues have caught up with me. I have to make a plan for next weekend – it’s going to be a busy one!