…curl up in bed and sleep till tomorrow evening
…edit my photos
…have time to take up my long negelected jewelry classes again
…put my new cookbooks to good use
…just buy a ticket to somewhere and spend a week, a month, several months there
…go for a haircut
…go for a massage
…go for a bakery course
…learn to sew
…write for a magazine and get paid for it
…
…
…
Anything but …
I love being awake at this time of the night on Fridays. It’s when everyone and everything has settled down, the heat of the day has dissipated, you can hear the soft whirrrr of the fan and the pitter-patter of the neighbour walking around upstairs. I’m feeling sleepy yet awake…my eyes sting abit from yawning and rubbing, my hair’s in a mess, I’m wearing my nerdy specs, feeling slightly peckish. It feels great knowing that the weekend is right ahead. I have oh-so-many plans and things I would like to do (but I know I probably won’t accomplish) before black Monday rolls around again.
This is the time that I contemplate most about…well, about everything. Random and mostly incoherent thoughts zoom in and out like the cars on the road outside whizzing back home or to another hot, new place in town. I think about me, I think about work, I think about us, a little bit of this, a little bit of that. I review the day and the week. I chuckle to myself when I remember some funny stuff, and quickly stifle my laugh so as to not wake hubby up. I unconsciously bite my nails as my mind wanders off again.
I’d like to go to sleep worry free. But tonight, like so many other nights recently, I feel somewhat disconnected, discontented. My mind is weighing heavily on something, and I don’t know what I should do. I know what I want to do, but should I, shouldn’t I?
Someone put it so succinctly that when I read her blog, it touched me to the core and made me feel like crying:
“This one’s just for me…”
Tomorrow and the days to follow, the whole world awaits…what am I waiting for? I really want to lay these thoughts to rest.
Tomorrow.
Tonight? To bed I go.
This!!!
Watch it, watch it!!
By the way, this was what four adults aged 28-31 did almost all Sunday afternoon!
Psstt…M&WS…up for another round when we get the second nunchuck?? 
Hunger pangs struck.
Smucker’s Goober Peanut Butter and Grape Jelly stood invitingly in front of me at one of aisles in Village Grocer.
I couldn’t resist, I really couldn’t.
The minute I got home, I tore of the plastic wrapping, took out a piece of soft fresh white bread and eagerly unscrewed the jar.
(And showed remarkable restraint by taking a photo first)
*happyhappyjoyjoy*
The first bite was heaven…particularly so when your tummy is screaming for comfort food. I savoured the gooey buttery feel in my mouth mixed with the sweetness of the grape jelly. I love how it sticks to the roof of my mouth as I eat it, and how it melts into nothingness. I ate it at the kitchen counter, with the jar still open…just incase I wanted more.
I love eating it with white bread…peanut butter on one half, and margerine on the other. I love love love eating it with a banana…one bite of a banana, one spoonful of peanut butter. I love it plain (creamy, not chunky), or with grape jelly like this one, or with chocolate stripes.
It’s a anytime-of-the-day food. Breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner, supper.
So how do you like your peanut butter?
This is what I call generalization. Courtesy of a link through Screenshots. Read and be alarmed.
PS: I made the whole thing up. I’m a liar, a liar! Hur hur.
Edit: Have cut and pasted the full version below…