Ho hum, Friday night and I’m polishing off a bottle of wine with absolutely no plans to leave the house. Don’t judge, I signed up to work nonstop from tomorrow until I leave on my vacation in order to get the days off. I’m resting right now. Tonight the rum is conspicuously absent. Since I’m approaching 30, I decided it would be much more grown up to be a wino as opposed to a drunk.
Was I saying something?
Ah yes, the boredom. Isn’t it amazing that one can have a house full of books, DVDs, video-games, cat, etc and still they lament- ‘Ah! Woe! There is nothing to do!’
There’s nothing to do.
I try a little bit of this, I try a little bit of that. I debate rearranging the furniture. I decide to stalk some of my favorites on OKC for a little bit *WHEN* Oh-my-freakin’-god. Epiphany. I come across my all time favorite movie about love (well, top 3 at least;) How it had slipped my mind until I saw it in *TYPE* I have no idea but it also made me remember..! I have a little tiny TV and VCR specifically for watching those tapes that I refused to give up- favorite movies I angst-ily watched as a teenager! Heck YES. And sure enough, went I went hunting- there they were, buried under mountains of things that hadn’t been moved since I moved in:P
Who the hell remembers how to hook up a VCR?
"Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record..."
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