First, my dear Internet, a question:  Is it passively aggressively funny or douchey to make a cross stitch that reads “A flushed toilet is a happy toilet!” and hang it in the bathroom as a gentle reminder to help my roommate remember to flush the toilet after he uses it?

To be fair: roommate is a super nice guy and if I were to simply ask him to please remember to flush the toilet he would absolutely do it but I think he’d be far more embarrassed about needing to be asked face to face than if a cute decorative hanging were to suddenly appear on the wall as a reminder.  And no,  I doubt that he would care that I’m talking about it on the Internet as most people who read this blog do not actually know him in real life so he’s still able to maintain some dignity and anonymity here.

Second, so I filled out an online dating profile a couple of weeks ago. One of the things it asks is “what do you do on a Friday night?”  I answered that if I hadn’t made any out of the house plans, I would more than likely be curled up on my couch in my pajamas, watching a movie or some television and making stuff with yarn.

So far most of the people who have responded to my profile do not believe that I would admit to such a “lame” Friday night activity and have decided that I’m kidding. This works kind of in my favor because hey, who doesn’t like to be thought of as funny?  At the same time… guess what I’m doing right this very Friday night?

PJs? Check

Couch? Check

Yarn? Check

Redbox movie? In the player and waiting to be played.

For a little while I really did try to come up with something else to go and do. There’s a documentary about Warren Ellis being shown at a local comics shop tonight. There are a bunch of coffee shops and bookstores close by that I could spend some time in. Downtown with all of its goings on is just a short train ride away. I couldn’t help but think of what others would want me to be doing or whether or not I should see if any friendly type people had any plans or wanted to hang out–you know how people do on a Friday night.

But when I got right down to it, what I really wanted to do was curl up on my couch in my pajamas, with some yarn, some sticks and a movie (and my cat, if we’re being honest). It’s been a weird week sleep wise, I’m tired and could use a quiet break. So I gave myself kind of a harsh but peppy talk about how “you get to do whatever you want to do now, you don’t have to worry about what anybody else would want, so put on your goddamn pajamas and get comfortable!”

I’m kind of proud that I listened to myself.