Normally, I'm a very sociable and balanced person (really, I am, despite being a little neurotic or as I like to call it: eccentric). But (and this is a big but): In order to maintain my sweet and likeable personality during the week I need to be able to insulate myself (as in "do not frigging touch me or talk to me for that time period") from the world for about 12-24 hours during the week. It's kind of like vampires needing to sleep during the day, or werewolves turning into, well, werewolves during full moon or ... (shoot, I'm out of paranormal examples, but you get my drift).
This is why Sunday is so important for me. Sunday is the day I generally spend wearing either my jammies or my ragged sweatpants (the one's I would never ever wear outside). It's the day I let my hair down. Literally. Well actually I wash it and then let it airdry. But it amounts to the same (you'll understand if you're blessed/cursed with hair like mine, that takes about five hours until it is completely dry). Sunday is my special day. My holy-day.
Yet, for reasons mostly out of my control (darn it, I wish I had a least some super power), this hasn't happened on a regular basis for the last two months. And it is even worse because I had been looking forward to having a free weekend on this past weekend. I had even ordered three new books. All in anticipation of spending said weekend alone with them (and good food of course). Okay, my flatmate D. was occasionally allowed to talk to me (but only after I had addressed her first... having to share exciting plot developments and such). Ooooh, I was so looking forward to it!
And then I realized I had a previous engagement on Sunday. A birthday brunch! A 30th birthday brunch! So I decided, what the heck, I'll just swing by for an hour or two and then I'll be back with my books and I still have most of the afternoon. And then, there came up the opportunity to do an interview with the alternate noble prize winner, Nnimmo Bassey, on Saturday (stay tuned for that, it'll be on eufrika.org some time this week, in English, too). So, I resigned myself to spending Saturday on a demonstration against agricultural dumping (okay, I admit, a cause that I find very worthy). Well, I thought, you'll still have Saturday night and Sunday afternoon. And then, a friend and colleague suggested to meet Sunday afternoon to discuss a forthcoming collaboration on a museum project. And so I thought, Sunday has already been sullied... and I said yes. And so, my much anticipated weekend withered away in favor of an interview (my first one...I’m so excited...), a demonstration (I still think it was a great cause), baking (for the brunch and the tea/discussion), a birthday brunch (pretty good food) and a work meeting (which also yielded some delicious office gossip).
All in all, not a bad weekend. A very productive one, in fact. But it was not what I wanted!!! And next weekend is already taken up by a computer seminar. Which makes me very grumpy indeed. Thank goodness for mancandy monday.
PS: BTW, I did manage to read two of the three books (not in one sitting though, which takes out some of the enjoyment for me...). Anyway: I’m amazing. I know. But thanks for noticing anyhow.
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