51/41: No Surprise This is Boring
Oct. 23rd, 2024 06:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I'm wearing a hoodie this morning to ward off the chill. It's the first hoodie wearing of the season. That sounds like it might be a holiday of some sort in, I don't know, Ireland? Scandinavia? Maybe I should celebrate with a special drink or something. Cocoa with a shot of brandy, perhaps. But I've been using up my milk at a rapid pace, and I don't want to have to ask my niece to fetch more before my next actual shopping day, which is still nine days off, and maybe longer. I guess I could pop open a bottle of Guinness. It's been a long time since I've had a breakfast Guinness. That sounds like it would be another holiday. I have no idea how I would celebrate that. Probably with more Guinness, until I pass out drunk.
Just about now I'd be heading back to bed, but I got up too late today so I'm not sleepy enough yet. Maybe I'll have last night's dinner as brunch instead of lunch. That could knock me out enough to sleep. There's certainly no point in being awake. There's going to be a day, but it will have nothing to do with me. At least I hope not. That would be an interesting surprise, and I only have tolerance for the boring surprises.
I'm wearing a hoodie this morning to ward off the chill. It's the first hoodie wearing of the season. That sounds like it might be a holiday of some sort in, I don't know, Ireland? Scandinavia? Maybe I should celebrate with a special drink or something. Cocoa with a shot of brandy, perhaps. But I've been using up my milk at a rapid pace, and I don't want to have to ask my niece to fetch more before my next actual shopping day, which is still nine days off, and maybe longer. I guess I could pop open a bottle of Guinness. It's been a long time since I've had a breakfast Guinness. That sounds like it would be another holiday. I have no idea how I would celebrate that. Probably with more Guinness, until I pass out drunk.
Just about now I'd be heading back to bed, but I got up too late today so I'm not sleepy enough yet. Maybe I'll have last night's dinner as brunch instead of lunch. That could knock me out enough to sleep. There's certainly no point in being awake. There's going to be a day, but it will have nothing to do with me. At least I hope not. That would be an interesting surprise, and I only have tolerance for the boring surprises.
