My Boyfriend is Being Negligent

If you call getting a good job and working on that job "negligent" which i am, then yes. he's being negligent.

"He's not strong enough, your boyfriend" my Superintendent Raul said as he huffed out of my apartment. I honestly couldn't turn the knob on the satanic radiator in my kitchen. I swore to Raul that both me and my boyfriend had tried... and with one twist, he turned it off. Touche, Raul, touche.

Its 9:30pm. Just made home made hummus in my Cuisinart (yea! a birthday present from sister Jane and Ray) and way over did it on the garlic, but still, damn good. And I had other very critical tasks, like straightening room, moving furniture, putting on facial mask and showering. I did all of that - I did.

But my two other tasks, I am neglecting. Instead, getting drowsy on my red wine and ready to pass out. These critical tasks are to: 1. fix my resume. 2. book flights/hotel for Daytona beach. both of which i swear i can do tomorrow, can't I? really ... i just want to curl up, digest and sleep.

What the fuck is wrong with me?
February?
Doldrums (no boyfriend to jump around with)? or am i feeding the depression by not putting on music sitting in the dark drinking and writing my blog?

how useless...

But now the thought of doing the dishes is exhausting, so I'm inspired to stay at the computer and do my resume, until the attention span of a gnat kicks in and I go and fidget around and stare in the mirror.

Confessions of a tired, lazy, feet dragging, lethargic girl.

Things to look forward to: the gym tomorrow with either the New York Times or Lazarus (free of charge), a trip to the DMV to organize my license situation, a gay porn lecture at NYU, and a play...