Lethargy is my middle name

I’ve been off from work almost a week now and will be out until January 3. Tonight is my last class for the year, and even though I have lots of reading to do, I have no energy or enthusiasm for any of it.

I’ve been sleeping late and staying up late, but otherwise not doing a damn thing! Watching tv, surfing the net, managed to get to the gym yesterday, but other than that, nothing.

It’s sad. I’ve got time and money but no great desire to even get dressed. My apartment has been an absolute mess since I started this work/school marathon and I keep meaning to clean, but….

Because of my schedule, I’ve lost touch with many of my friends (especially those who still insist on using a telephone) and promised I’d try to reconnect, but thus far I haven’t moved an inch in that direction.

The worst part is, I’m enjoying doing absolutely nothing. I almost don’t want to go home for Christmas this weekend, because that will mean I have to get up, dress, pack, travel and all that other stuff.

I could get use to this. Both the New York State Lottery and Mega Millions jackpots are at $40 million this week. If I won any part of either one, doing nothing would be my regular routine.

I must admit, I’ve always been reclusive. I have tried to be more outgoing and sociable and at times, in the right company, I do genuinely enjoy myself. But I also know that most of the time I don’t feel like making small talk with total strangers, or dealing with that one person who insists on turning every event into their personal showcase, or laughing at some joke that wasn’t really all that funny just to keep the evening light. I could be home in my underwear watching TCM .

Which of course makes it difficult to meet anyone and create that elusive long-term committed relationship. Most guys don’t understand this need for personal space. They take it as a rejection of them, which it isn’t. A lot of it is just about decompression and re-energizing. I can’t do that if I’m out running around.

On other matters. The Wire had it’s final episode this week and I’m already missing it. I do hope HBO comes to its senses and renews it for a fourth season. I’m also feeling those of us who love the show need to start a letter writing campaign to help that process. Regular letters make a bigger impact than emails when you are lobbying. If anyone has the snail mail address for whomever is in charge of programming, pass it along.

The finale took us full circle. We know drug dealing will continue out on the street corners, probably with violent turf wars, because the politicians gave up on Hamsterdam. Controversial as it was, it reduced crime. Avon realized immediately his mistake in killing Stringer. Without him, he lost his best sounding board and advisor. Stringer didn’t really need Avon to run the empire, but Avon definitely needed Stringer.

Kima has become another McNulty, cheating on her spouse. And did anyone else see how erect the nipples were on the woman she was sexing? Wooo!

And what’s Omar going to do now with no Barksdale crews to rob?