June 06, 2006

Doing it Wrong

I think I'm doing it wrong.

Manhattan, I mean. New York. The whole thing. I'm doing it wrong.

First of all, I'm lazy and slow. I get off of work at 6 and usually I come home and that's about it. Ok. I maybe go to the gym. Or to the NYU Objectivists Club. (Don't stalk me.) Or out to dinner sometimes.

Second of all, I'm a morning person. I have fought against coming to this conclusion, but it's true. I LIKE being up at 5:30 in the morning. And that is when I like to get stuff done.

The problem is that no one else likes to get things done at that time.

On the upside, for the past four weeks, I've only been able to sleep 6 - 7 hours a night. It doesn't matter what time I go to bed, how long the day before was, or anything. Instead of my usual 8 hours, I now sleep 6.

This means that I can stay up until Midnight and still wake up in time to watch the news and meet my trainer at the gym at 7 am.

This is actually very good news because New York is the city that never sleeps.

What I need to do is this:
1) Get a day planner, calendar, something.
2) Fill it up.

There are so many people to see! And there are lots of things to do. Like, how come I'm not taking any drawing classes? Photography classes? Language classes? Cooking classes?

Screw television. It's summer now anyway, so there's nothing on.

But I'm missing stuff. I know I am.

There was a gay rugby thing here and I was invited to parties for that. Oh gay rugby players! I'm sorry I missed you!

There was a gay bloggers event or something. I don't actually care about that, but it would have been something to write about, right?

Movies! I love the movies! I could go to the movies every night here and never, ever run out of things to see. Actually, they're playing movies in Rockefeller Center for the next few days. Unfortunately, the weather kind of sucks for that.

Theater. I hate the theater. But there are some things going on now that I'd like to see. Like Wicked. And Avenue Q.

I also need to work out more. For two weeks, I've been a slacker and only worked out twice a week. That is not how we get big and strong. I need to do more ab work, more weights, and more cardio. More, more, more!

Oddly enough, I've actually had a few ideas for fiction I could write. Maybe I could take a workshop or something.


And I am definitely not taking advantage of it.

It's 9:30. I won't be asleep for another 2.5 hours, yet I'm already ready for bed and actually sitting in bed, too.

There are people I need to see and call.

Amy! I haven't forgotten about you!
Carla! You, too!
Greg! You don't read my blog but I have your number in my cell phone and I do plan on calling you some time!

Oh and don't even get me started on the books I have to read.

Anyway, I'm definitely doing it wrong. Where do the hours go?

Posted by Flibbertigibbet at June 6, 2006 08:33 PM | TrackBack


I'm concerned you might break a blood vessel.

Posted by: Matt Chancellor at June 7, 2006 12:31 PM

As long as it doesn't show.

Posted by: Flibby at June 7, 2006 06:22 PM

Sometimes adjusting to a new place means giving yourself time to just do your regularly-scheduled vegging, I think. New York will still be there when you're ready to get out there again.

Posted by: Carla Greenberg at June 7, 2006 09:33 PM

At least you've picked the perfect stay-at-home weather...there are no excuses once summer really kicks in though. All New Yorkers are required to be out on the street, iPods firmly in place, enjoying the weather.

Posted by: Amy at June 8, 2006 10:54 AM
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