Wednesday, June 23, 2010
The hair cut, part one.
It occurs to me that I keep saying, "there's so much going on right now," as if there isn't ALWAYS so much going on. And it's self-imposed, brought on for so many equally complex and pointless reasons. It's these reasons that frequently keep me from doing anything recreational, or feeling guilty on the rare moment when I DO anything recreational. And like anything self-imposed, you can un-impose it if you really want to.
So when my Dad called last night to say he had tickets to the Sox game, I thought of all the things I should be doing, and how they'll still be there, always be there, when I get home. And I went. It was fun hanging out with him and Kevin and their co-workers. At first I started thinking about all the things I should be doing, and then I told myself, "No sir! Not tonight! You're cut off!" And I had a good time. The end.
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