slackerdays

so there was dogsitting and holidays, and the infinite social dynamics of interactions various and sundry. We've pretty much stopped doing gifts for each other which is fine and much easier. I've been catching up with old friends and new, drinking too much coffee and pots of tea because my apartment's really cold and I'm layering grungy even more than usual, cleaning out the drawers and listening to music extra loud because the landlady's gone again.

I played music with some fellow Clevelandians at their place on the east side, felt so out of practice but it sounded decent, funny how suddenly these things are opening up right and left and being an unknown factor is a good rather than a bad, played two hours of Lemmy-related material on the airwaves on Christmas Eve, and caught up with friends I don't see enough, and got some much-needed solitude and reordering of the living space.

This time of sleeping in and not having to be somewhere every morning is making me spoiled and I don't know why I feel so tired nonetheless. Maybe that's what relaxed feels like and I haven't been there in awhile.