The Child is spending the night away from home.
This is a good thing, sort of. It's just that I can't quite figure out what to do with myself so I end up eating really badly, watching a movie, and then screwing around on the interwebs until my eyes bleed.
I have a stupid tumblr as a result of one of her sleepovers. What is that for, anyway? Pretty much only adolescent girls or people who want to say "fuck" and "dick" all the time. Even the good people I follow get a little overwrought at times. Easy on the gifs, people. Just because you can doesn't mean you should.
And brainpickings? Totally bleeding heart liberal. Like tumblr is also, apparently, which you might think I would like but sometimes that level of obvious bias gets a little old.
But I digress.
Tonight I ended up applying for eleventy million freelance writing gigs, making each cover letter more and more ridiculous as I went, not ridiculous as in, "Watch out for that lady," but as in, "We get so many boring cover letters and clips, and this chick sent us something about toasters and using sunshine to cure cancer. And incorporated hashtags in her cover letter. #NovelIdea."
This was after watching Life After Top Chef, taking the world's longest shower, and eating my weight in non-GMO, gluten-free, soy-cheese French bread pizza. Which I totally bought accidentally (the soy cheese part, I mean. #BARF).
Jesus. I have no idea what to do with myself. It's not the world's greatest feeling. Even reading, my refuge, is getting old (although I have been reading cookbooks lately, LA Son by Roy Choi and the Sussmans' two cookbooks, This is a Cookbook, and the other one whose name escapes me, and enjoying those). It's too cold to really do much outside, and I am full up of home improvement with building the tiny house with the kid. I'd just give in to the movie thing if I had a theme, but nothing interests me for long enough.
I need a hobby. Nothing stupid. What do you do?