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OMG booooored
Apr. 1st, 2010 11:09 amWhat the hell is it with me? Do I really, really *need* stress? Because right now there isn't much to do -- Easter, both catholic and orthodox, is looming -- and I'm bored out of my skull. It's not that I'm easily bored, not when at home, but given that I've got to stay at the office, there isn't much I can keep myself busy with. The feeling of Waaaaaaaaah-I-want-OUT!!!!! is being compounded by the perfect, warm spring day, which I can only watch from inside.
There aren't even things I ought to be doing but am procrastinating, well one, but I need something for tomorrow, which is going to be even more boring, because I'll be here all alone. At least I won't have to be at the Embassy before 9 or 9.30 tomorrow, and I'll be able to leave around 3. Gym's closed tomorrow, so there will be either running or home sports.
Blerim, our driver who is on leave right now, called me yesterday to ask whether I'd like to go to Kosovo on Sunday with him and his wife. He's ethnic Albanian and therefore Muslim, and since I'm not overly keen on listening to the Croatian catholic bishop's preaching about hell and divine wrath (he is like that, the boss told me -- he condemned the traditional carnival in Prilep as "ungodly"), I accepted with pleasure. It seems we're going to see horses, among other things. Me likes horses. And the weather should be fabulous.
I just made up my mind to leave at 3 today as well. Charlie is here anyway, and I told him he doesn't need to come in tomorrow. Fair's fair. Besides I'm going to a concert tonight and want to go to the gym after work, so leaving at 3 is better anyway. Plus, I promised myself to do 2 hrs workout today, for a reason: I'm almost never very hungry, but yesterday and today have been... uncharacteristic, to say the least. Yesterday's absolutely bestial hungriness I was at least able to explain -- the day before, I'd been to a very late lunch, starting at 3, and thus unable to eat anything in the evening. So I was ravenous yesterday morning, which resulted in gobbling down 2 boiled eggs and 4 (albeit small) pieces of bread before lunch, for which I had a carpaccio followed by panna cotta. And the enormous amount of cauliflower-and-potato gratin I made and ate for last night's dinner isn't something I'm proud to mention. At least I played tennis yesterday.
Today, though, is hard to explain. No eggs and bread so far, just a piece of poppy seed-and-apple cake, but still. Long workout strongly recommended. Maybe it's spring, or hormones, or whatever, that's making me so hungry.
Irene left for Italy this morning. She'll be staying there with ex-husband and daughter Hannah, and she wasn't really looking forward to the trip. (neither would I, because going to Rome 3 days before Easter is sheer madness) Almost everybody has left or is leaving, but I must say I quite like the thought of a very quiet weekend all on my own, just for a change.
Oh, and as I was feeling very blah! and uninspired today, I cancelled my date with the tailor. Uninspired is *not* what one ought to be feeling when planning new clothes. So I'll see him next week.
Right. Now I'm going to do the work I was planning to leave for tomorrow. And tomorrow I'll bring a book or something.
There aren't even things I ought to be doing but am procrastinating, well one, but I need something for tomorrow, which is going to be even more boring, because I'll be here all alone. At least I won't have to be at the Embassy before 9 or 9.30 tomorrow, and I'll be able to leave around 3. Gym's closed tomorrow, so there will be either running or home sports.
Blerim, our driver who is on leave right now, called me yesterday to ask whether I'd like to go to Kosovo on Sunday with him and his wife. He's ethnic Albanian and therefore Muslim, and since I'm not overly keen on listening to the Croatian catholic bishop's preaching about hell and divine wrath (he is like that, the boss told me -- he condemned the traditional carnival in Prilep as "ungodly"), I accepted with pleasure. It seems we're going to see horses, among other things. Me likes horses. And the weather should be fabulous.
I just made up my mind to leave at 3 today as well. Charlie is here anyway, and I told him he doesn't need to come in tomorrow. Fair's fair. Besides I'm going to a concert tonight and want to go to the gym after work, so leaving at 3 is better anyway. Plus, I promised myself to do 2 hrs workout today, for a reason: I'm almost never very hungry, but yesterday and today have been... uncharacteristic, to say the least. Yesterday's absolutely bestial hungriness I was at least able to explain -- the day before, I'd been to a very late lunch, starting at 3, and thus unable to eat anything in the evening. So I was ravenous yesterday morning, which resulted in gobbling down 2 boiled eggs and 4 (albeit small) pieces of bread before lunch, for which I had a carpaccio followed by panna cotta. And the enormous amount of cauliflower-and-potato gratin I made and ate for last night's dinner isn't something I'm proud to mention. At least I played tennis yesterday.
Today, though, is hard to explain. No eggs and bread so far, just a piece of poppy seed-and-apple cake, but still. Long workout strongly recommended. Maybe it's spring, or hormones, or whatever, that's making me so hungry.
Irene left for Italy this morning. She'll be staying there with ex-husband and daughter Hannah, and she wasn't really looking forward to the trip. (neither would I, because going to Rome 3 days before Easter is sheer madness) Almost everybody has left or is leaving, but I must say I quite like the thought of a very quiet weekend all on my own, just for a change.
Oh, and as I was feeling very blah! and uninspired today, I cancelled my date with the tailor. Uninspired is *not* what one ought to be feeling when planning new clothes. So I'll see him next week.
Right. Now I'm going to do the work I was planning to leave for tomorrow. And tomorrow I'll bring a book or something.
