I feel like I’ve started about a dozen blog entries this weekend and about a paragraph in, I’ve just wiped them out. It wasn’t a particularly exciting weekend and my mood has been in the range of “blah” for the majority of it.
Honestly, for most of the weekend, I was just burnt out. All I wanted to do was curl up in bed and rest, so for the most part I indulged that whim.
I didn’t get a lot of things done that I’d wanted to. I’d wanted to write blog posts, I’d wanted to write my piece of Fifty Shades of Glitter, there were a handful of household chores that I’d wanted to do… but I just couldn’t motivate.
Sometimes life is like that, I’ve sorta learned to just roll with it.
I found most of Sunday feeling horribly irritated. My super’s family was having a cookout in the backyard, and while I can’t be too annoyed about that… I wasn’t too enthralled with their choice of music. I’m sure I wasn’t being the greatest neighbor by blasting my own music back at them… but I hate sitting in my living room being forced to listen to something that I don’t like.
I ended up finding a friend who was out bar hopping and joining up with him for a round just to get out of the house, and then made friends with one of his friends and went to a few gay bars and walked from the West Village up to 42nd St. It was a nice evening, though I sorta wish that the last bar we went to hadn’t been 2 for 1.
Today, was back to being lazy again.
Not that it’s a bad thing. I’m not beating myself up about it. I just feel like it doesn’t make for good blog posts.