Sunday, November 6, 2011
Glorious Monday, tomorrow. Mostly sunny with a high of sixty seven forecast, and some of us can pretend it is Saturday, which makes tonight Friday night. And this means I can stay up late and moan about the quality of television programming.
It's moments like this a person wishes he lived by a main road. Somewhere that has a bedroom situated perfectly for commuter head lights to glance against the curtains. Lie there through the seven o'clock hour feeling fortunate. Perverse, I guess.