BFF noted to me tonight that Sundays are my Day of Rage. This has probably been true since I was a teenager. It’s because Sunday is the day in which I confront the week ahead and I’m pissed off at all the things. The week ahead holds grading (which I should have done this weekend, plus some more that I’ll get in), student conferences, plus who knows what else. This weekend, however, I didn’t do anything. Well, I did lots of things, but none of them involved work.
I did my taxes. Yay refund!
I went to buy cat food and litter, and then, in lieu of spending a gajillion dollars on things I don’t need even though I really felt like spending money, I chose instead to spend 16 bucks on some new yarn and to begin making the “Stockholm Scarf” with said awesome (though cheap) yarn.
I knitted. I napped. I knitted. I watched an excellent Lifetime Movie, Sexting in Suburbia. If you like crap, it is not to be missed. It has everything: sexting, a suicide, mystery, a super-crazy helicopter parent, and an anti-bullying message.
I went on a lovely “date” with CC to see Shame and to dinner and then for coffee. Let’s note: we both agreed that one should not go on a real date to see this movie, as it would most likely mark the end of any possible future romantic dealings with that person. But you do need to go with a person because otherwise you’d feel like a pervert. And you have to go to dinner after the movie, because you don’t really want to see it with a full stomach. Also you’ll need to talk about it – a lot – after. Basically, there are a lot of rules to seeing this movie. Am I glad I saw it in the theater? Yes. Will I probably ever watch it again? Doubtful. In spite of wanting to see Michael Fassbender naked again and again and again.
I talked to my mom on the phone, I talked to BFF, I knitted, I watched the AbFab marathon on BBC America, I napped, I spent quality time with kitties, I watched a S&TC marathon, I ignored the Superbowl, I watched Madonna’s halftime performance on youtube, and I’m kicking a guy from high school’s ass at Words with Friends. (One of these days I’ll have to tell you all about this guy from high school, but not today.)
And now I’m thinking about how I really have to go to bed because I’ve got to grade like a rockstar tomorrow morning, do student conferences, and prep for my fifth Motherfucking Tuesday of the semester.
So that’s my report on the weekend. A weekend of sloth and laziness, but I do feel like I’m rejuvenated for the stupid week ahead.
Reassigned Time 2.0 
My husband reminded me last week that normal jobs don’t involve working through every weekend for eight months of the year. (So I didn’t and I sort of regret that because, yeah, I know I need the break but the work doesn’t disappear or defer gracefully.)
Good luck gearing up for the motherfucking Tuesday!
Ummm, if that’s sloth and laziness you really packed it in! I’m exhausted just reading about it 🙂
I think I agree with j liedl’s husband. That sounds like a weekend. Rejuvenation is not to be scoffed at. I recommend repeating the experiment sometime 🙂
Ooh, I googled the Stockholm Scarf, and it’s really cute! (though can I say, I wish I looked like the woman who designed it? sigh.) Anyway. That is indeed one crazy weekend! And good luck with your next motherfucking Tuesday.
What do you do with a Stockholm Scarf–tie someone up with it until ze says ze loves you and will never leave you? (Kidding, BTW.) All I can think of when I hear or see “Stockholm” is “Syndrome.”
Shame sounds like a really bad date movie, but I can top it. For some reason, in the summer of 1990 I decided to go on a *first date* to see Henry, Portrait of a Serial Killer. That was really messed up. And guess what? No second date! (Fine by me, but I couldn’t help but think that the movie choice was part of the problem.)
Oh, and by the way: Happy Motherfucking Tuesday!