This Weekend. . .
I may have written a song last night.
Maybe not. I don't want to jinx myself. . . and it is kind of weird for me - so I should not say too much about it. Sufficed to say that in one way it reminds me of a Zooey song and the chorus is is the very high falsetto that reminds me of something Martin Sexton might sing.
I am very much looking forward to this weekend, because of what I plan to do. . . nothing.
Tonight, I plan to sit around in my PJs and watch episodes of the first season of 24 which I ordered from NetFlix (as long as disc 1 arrives today, they already sent me discs 2 & 3).
Tomorrow, I plan to sleep late, make big breakfast and a pot of coffee and sit around in my PJs watching episodes of 24 and maybe work on my story hour and see if the song I wrote sticks at all. As for tomorrow night, no plans - I keep it open - but I am not persuing anything to do. Perhaps some lovely lady will call me up and ask me out for dinner and dancing, and maybe then I'll win the lottery and quit my job by climbing up on to Fat Toni's desk and pissing on her face - of course, she may like that.
On Sunday, I plan to sleep late and make a big pot of coffee and perhaps go see "Kill Bill" with Sean/Terri and roybatty
Shit, I could sleep right now - but instead I am a little busy with work, work, work.
Maybe not. I don't want to jinx myself. . . and it is kind of weird for me - so I should not say too much about it. Sufficed to say that in one way it reminds me of a Zooey song and the chorus is is the very high falsetto that reminds me of something Martin Sexton might sing.
I am very much looking forward to this weekend, because of what I plan to do. . . nothing.
Tonight, I plan to sit around in my PJs and watch episodes of the first season of 24 which I ordered from NetFlix (as long as disc 1 arrives today, they already sent me discs 2 & 3).
Tomorrow, I plan to sleep late, make big breakfast and a pot of coffee and sit around in my PJs watching episodes of 24 and maybe work on my story hour and see if the song I wrote sticks at all. As for tomorrow night, no plans - I keep it open - but I am not persuing anything to do. Perhaps some lovely lady will call me up and ask me out for dinner and dancing, and maybe then I'll win the lottery and quit my job by climbing up on to Fat Toni's desk and pissing on her face - of course, she may like that.
On Sunday, I plan to sleep late and make a big pot of coffee and perhaps go see "Kill Bill" with Sean/Terri and roybatty
Shit, I could sleep right now - but instead I am a little busy with work, work, work.