Box of Dreams
Sometimes Saturday night can really suck. I can’t even really build up the steam to bitch about how bored I am, nor do I have the energy to consider how terrible it is that I have nothing to do amongst the myriad of entertainment options surrounding me. The issue is, I’m sure, not that I can’t find anything to do, it’s that I’m not doing what I want to be doing. I hear greed is bad, so avoiding it may be a good thing.
There were plans to go see a midnight showing of The Great Muppet Caper, but as time drags by and the telephone remains silent I’m losing hope that it will happen. I’m sure I’m being ditched for good reason, but still. We did spend three or four hours this morning eating breakfast, watching TV, talking and petting dachshunds. Very unsettling. What does it all mean? The whole thing kind of shifted gears on me, violently, but the vehicle seems to still be moving. In what direction and to what end is anyone’s guess.