Tonight I brought my roommate to the airport so she can go lay in the sun down in Florida and then I came back here with great plans for the day. I never get home before 6pm and here I am, free at 3:30! Sun's out! I'm agonna go for a walk! Guess what I did instead? Watched a movie, cooked up a bunch of freezer-burned chicken, and then opened a bottle of wine and now I'm here drinking it alone.
A friend just called and asked if I wanted two tickets to go to Estelle tonight at First Avenue. I passed. I feel very old....and alone....my bedroom is a holy mess. My curtain is open and I just realized that all of the whole neighborhood is probably looking in on my sorrows. Take a picture, it'll last longer! Where's my ten cats? And my mustache? It's just a matter of time.
I have two more movies sitting here that aren't gonna watch themselves. Gotta go! Busy!
p.s. "Penelope", the movie about Christina Ricci having a pig's nose, is cute and has a very good lesson, but I can't remember it right now.