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09/10/2005: "Dangers of too much "Leesee Time""
I've always lived with a lot of people; a big family growing up and later roommates. I had a friend who told me that the longer you lived alone, the more you'd start talking to yourself, sometimes in public places like the store or while walking down the street. I remember thinking that was kind of pathetic.
I've been living alone for around 3 years now and today I found myself talking to the food in my refrigerator...
I looked in at the eggs and said "don't get too cozy in there, I'm gonna eat you later...and you too turkey bacon... cocky SOB!". Followed by sinister giggles and then a lengthy explanation to my cat about the Circle of Life.
My sister called, she's working full time and has a new baby and is excited because she'll be able to cut back to 30 hours a week so she'll get a few more hours of "Jenny time" each week, when she can just be alone. I said to her, "Yah, I need a little more Leesee time" too (childhood nickname) and there was this pregnant pause where I think she was trying to decide if I was being sarcastic. That's when I admitted to her about talking to my food...so she'd realize that there are trade-offs.