After a couple of minutes of digging, I came up with something which bore a vague resemblance to bacon in that parts of it had maybe once resided in the animal kingdom. I decided to call it sausage.
Mm, breakfast.
As I ventured the ten-foot odyssey necessary to retrieve my mail, idly I wondered what to do with my time today. Actually getting up to go somewhere seemed like an awful lot of trouble compared to the appeal of loafing around doing nothing. Well, at the very least, I could go shopping. I leafed through the mail; bills, bills, solicitations, (a letter from Hilde, inviting me up to her house for Thanksgiving,) more bills. Bleah. I tossed the mail on top of an untidy stack covering what had probably once been an endtable, which I called a filing system.
I didn't really feel like going shopping. Maybe I'd deal with some of that paperwork, instead. What fun.
Sometime around ten, the phone rang, and I answered it.
("Hello, Duo," Quatre's voice came from the other end. "I'm glad to have caught you at home. A situation's come up back on Earth, that we'd really like your advice on...")
I listened for a few minutes, before replying, "Nah, thanks, I don't want life insurance. You wouldn't believe my premiums," and hanging up. Solicitors, sheesh. You couldn't get rid of them even sixty thousand miles above the Earth's surface. What a wonderful age of technology we lived in; salespeople could interrupt your lives any time of day or night, but you couldn't get hold of your friends or family maybe once or twice in a year.
Maybe I should have gone out, after all. I didn't really feel like working any more; instead, I took a shower. (Someone knocked on the stall door. "Don't use up all the hot water, Duo," came a muffled voice.) When I emerged from the bathroom, it occurred to me for some reason to dig out the black clericals and riding pants I'd worn during the war. For no real purpose, I supposed, except in honor of the person I was steadfastedly not thinking about this morning or any other. No reason except that as long as I was waiting around for something I'd never have, I might as well be dressed to kill the time. They still fit. That was just pathetic. Going on three years and I still hadn't grown.
Re: Confluence
Date: 2006-02-22 07:56 am (UTC)Mm, breakfast.
As I ventured the ten-foot odyssey necessary to retrieve my mail, idly I wondered what to do with my time today. Actually getting up to go somewhere seemed like an awful lot of trouble compared to the appeal of loafing around doing nothing. Well, at the very least, I could go shopping. I leafed through the mail; bills, bills, solicitations, (a letter from Hilde, inviting me up to her house for Thanksgiving,) more bills. Bleah. I tossed the mail on top of an untidy stack covering what had probably once been an endtable, which I called a filing system.
I didn't really feel like going shopping. Maybe I'd deal with some of that paperwork, instead. What fun.
Sometime around ten, the phone rang, and I answered it.
("Hello, Duo," Quatre's voice came from the other end. "I'm glad to have caught you at home. A situation's come up back on Earth, that we'd really like your advice on...")
I listened for a few minutes, before replying, "Nah, thanks, I don't want life insurance. You wouldn't believe my premiums," and hanging up. Solicitors, sheesh. You couldn't get rid of them even sixty thousand miles above the Earth's surface. What a wonderful age of technology we lived in; salespeople could interrupt your lives any time of day or night, but you couldn't get hold of your friends or family maybe once or twice in a year.
Maybe I should have gone out, after all. I didn't really feel like working any more; instead, I took a shower. (Someone knocked on the stall door. "Don't use up all the hot water, Duo," came a muffled voice.) When I emerged from the bathroom, it occurred to me for some reason to dig out the black clericals and riding pants I'd worn during the war. For no real purpose, I supposed, except in honor of the person I was steadfastedly not thinking about this morning or any other. No reason except that as long as I was waiting around for something I'd never have, I might as well be dressed to kill the time. They still fit. That was just pathetic. Going on three years and I still hadn't grown.