wasting time

I've been looking forward to tonight and tomorrow night for a week now. M told me that he wouldn't be home for these two nights. I was going to get some precious alone time.

So? What have I done with my bonus? SFA!

I have wandered around like a bloody lost sheep. There is absolutely nothing worth watching on telly (not even stuff which normally gets vetoed by the winge-bucket). 90odd channels on pay TV and 8 on free-to-air and not a single bloody show worth watching. Everything is either crap or a repeat.

I finished my book earlier and I haven't yet bought the next one in the series. Reading is out.

I have written a letter to my Plan kid in Guinea-Bissau (and packaged up a parcel for him). I've written to both my army brats. I even wrote to my Mum.

I have browsed the net until I am nearly cross-eyed. I will publish this and read all my buddies that have updated (which will take 15-20mins max). By that time I will have worn out this machine for entertainment.

What to do? What to do?

Want to hear something really (really really) sad? I even considered ironing! Me? Ironing? Surely the world is ending!

Normally, I have no trouble, at all, finding things to do. It has become a bit of a game occupying myself so that I don't have to get bored witless by you-know-who. (Last night, for example, well lubricated with Redman 2004 Cab Sav, I was regaled with a rant about font. Yes, font. For well over an hour, he bemoaned the use of sans serif typefaces in the computer age. He praised the increased comprehension levels attained by presenting complex data in Times New Roman. He went on and on and on. Stupidly, I allowed myself to get caught.)

Usually, I am busy cooking dinner and farting around in the kitchen for the first few hours he is home. As he avoids kitchens at all costs, it is a great escape. Then I bury my nose in a book or watch something he doesn't like (SVU is extremely effective). When he gets that "I'm about to talk crap" look on his face (or, even worse, the "I'm going to read poetry to you" face), I decamp to the study and read journals or do online crosswords.

So, here I am, two whole nights to myself, and not a bloody thing to do. It's kind of pathetic, isn't it?

Oh well, at least I can enjoy having the bed to myself. And, tomorrow, after the optomitrist, I'm going to buy BOTH the other books in my series. And, maybe, a DVD.

(P.S. Did you notice that I always use a sans serif?)