I don’t want to be a cat lady. Of course, the fact that I do not own a cat greatly prevents this from being the case. Also, I might add that I am severely allergic to cats. I don’t really mind cats, except for that whole constricted breathing thing. Actually, I don’t really enjoy the smell of any animal, and having a house that smells like an animal is a 50/50 ratio of possibility if you have a cat. So the good news is that I don’t plan on getting a cat…ever.
The bad news is that my evenings are starting to take on the routine feeling of someone who is a cat lady. There’s no need for me to even report what I will be doing on almost any given evening because it’s always the same. I come home from work, go to the gym, cook dinner, watch something on T.V. for an hour, maybe two, take a shower, talk on the phone, and then read until I fall asleep. Somewhere in there I also set my two alarms and load or unload the dishwasher.
Last night I decided that I had had enough of routine. No one was going to catch me eating during “Top Chef.” The world was my oyster and I was throwing it into the winds of fate as I weighed anchor in the blah, blah, blah. I went to Barnes and Noble right after work. That’s right. I did the reading FIRST. I stayed at Barnes long enough to discover two more words I couldn’t decipher in my book (Webster’s to the rescue on elucidate and pleonasm), and then headed home to yes - cook my dinner, eat my dinner, and watch a little T.V.
Sadly a little T.V. turned into the Bravo marathon of “Top Chef”. I guiltily continued to watch as the sky grew darker and darker. By 9:15pm I determined that I could not, in fact, go to the gym unless I wanted to be up until 1:00am. (How did I run at 10:00pm in college and still manage to fall asleep? NO CLUE!!) So, I’m not getting my recommended cardio and it’s 10:00 and I’ve already read enough to feel like any more would equal actual studying…and heck, my class doesn’t start until next week...so no actual studying until then. So I got ready for bed, battled with my STUPID floss that can’t seem to come out of its plastic container without a performance, talked on the phone, and then turned out the light. Wonder what tonight will bring? One can only hope.
Stupid cats.
1 comment:
I think there's a pretty easy solution for your routine problem. When one studies the life of a Cat Lady, one can see that they are all alone (but for the cats, obviously). Therefore, we can determine that the surest antidote for Cattus Ladeitis is People. Put some people in your evening time to balance out that equation. You can even keep your routine, just involve other human beings in it. I think it's ingenious, if I do say so myself. I think you're far too outgoing to ever become a Cat Lady.
But aside from that...who knows, you might make a great Cat Woman.
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