This weekend, I will be home alone. Partner Unit is off on a business trip to China. The house, as of Saturday evening, will be mine and mine alone!

What does this mean?

- Two words: chick movies. Lots of them. I see Colin Firth, I see Victorian period dramas, I see English accents.

- All the homemade macaroni and cheese that I can eat. Gotta' keep my strength up, after all. Next boxing class is on Tuesday!

- I will be sleeping, stark naked, in the middle of the bed with all the windows open.

- Chardonnay, to be altered occasionally with beaujolais, to be inter-changed from time to time with chablis.

- Will be online to blog and check mails. Since Partner Unit is away, and Partner Unit has no idea that I have a blog (I can see the horror of THAT situation if he did know. Especially since some discussions about sex life will be coming up in the future) I do not usually blog on weekends. Now I will.

- Trying to work on my book. But since I will be inbibing freely, that will likely mean I get all slobbery and begin to feel morose and sad over something totally unrelated to my book. So then I will get distracted, unable to write, will drink more, then will wind up curled in fetal position under the desk, only to be lured out by scene in a film of Matthew McConnaughey shirtless, or another variant there of.

- Masturbating. Or erupting vesuvius. Or interfering with myself. Whatever ideal term you want to put on it. And I will be doing it a lot.

- Figuring out how I want to handle things. I have a pretty big fucking snuffleupagus of a situation coming up next week, and I have to figure out how to keep my head on straight for it.

Ah, to have the weekend all planned out. Lovely!

-H.

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