I think we just talked about fun not that long ago. I’m not really into fun, I’m not a fun person.

I enjoy eating. I enjoy cooking and baking. Reading, writing. I haven’t downhill skied for years but I do remember it being fun.
I like travelling, that’s definitely fun and even just planning the trip is fun. Driving can be fun, especially in winter.
When I was young, going out and having drinks was fun. A LOT of fun. I tried hash once and that was a really good time.
But I’m too old for that now. I rarely drink and don’t do drugs or even smoke pot. We went out for supper last night for Cordy’s 18th birthday celebration, I had ONE drink, a Caesar. It was delicious. But I had the weirdest, creepiest dreams of my life and I’m chalking it up to that.
Working out used to be fun when I was younger and had nothing else to do and few responsibilities. I still enjoy weights and yoga but it’s become something I feel like I have to squeeze into my schedule rather than a recreational activity. And having to do something takes the fun out of it somehow.
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