Home Alone

THURSDAY, April 23, 2009: John Paul is currently in route to the US for a business trip so I am officially flying solo for the next 10 days. In preparation for this, I’ve been making a mental checklist of all of the tasks I can complete in his absence but have had a hard time compiling anything of substance. My agenda for day 1 consisted of:

- Go buy more wine from Wines Direct
- Post some new blog entries (obviously, since this is being posted on Sunday)
- Send mom a Mothers Day card

I am disappointed to report that non of these initiatives have been completed in full. In fact, I didn’t even start on buying more wine – but I did drink ½ of a bottle. I’ve essentially assumed a bachelor-like existence and have been pretty worthless for the better part of my day. Here is a run down of my afternoon activities.

1. Arrive home at 3:00pm
2. Talk to my mom on Skype for 1 hour
3. Check websites for local events in Melbourne
4. Feel sorry for myself because I don’t have anyone to go with
5. Put on work out clothes, but decide to take a 30 minute “book break”
6. Dose off on the couch
7. Wake up and feel a renewed motivation to proactively meet friends
8. Waste 2 hours Facebook stalking and joining American Expat/Australian groups
9. Set up 3 girl-dates with people I’ve never met before. Kind of creepy, but undoubtedly necessary given I don’t interact with anyone under the age of 75 during my work day.
10. Watch Bondi Vet
11. Decide that I’m hungry and head up left-over, over-priced, Malaysian take out from last night.
12. Contemplate if I should go to the gym. Decide I SHOULD, but pour a big glass of wine instead
13. Begrudgingly send out some work emails as a personal punishment for boozing vs. Body Pump
14. Skype my friend Laura to discuss her upcoming nuptials
15. Discover that you can send voice files via Blackberry Messenger thanks to my friend Megan
16. Watch Beyonce’s awkward interview on Letterman.
17. Go to sleep.

I should really start making lists more often. I actually feel pretty accomplished. Despite my productivity, the place is a total disaster. Dishes in the sink, dirty clothes in my bathtub (this drives John Paul crazy), pillows thrown off the couch. Its kind of my way to celebrate that no one is here to notice.