quiet
Five minutes in this chair, two minutes in that.
An aborted attempt at settling down with some embroidery.
A series of unresolved chords on the piano, just like someone else of my acquaintance used to play when he thought nobody was listening.
A half-hearted conversation with a college friend, who seems to be more interested in his bottle of scotch than in me (so what else is new?).
A slight accident with a woodcarving blade.
A hasty trip to the first aid box.
A quick jaunt to the drugstore down the street to get more bandages.
My Friday nights used to be so much cooler when I actually had friends.
An aborted attempt at settling down with some embroidery.
A series of unresolved chords on the piano, just like someone else of my acquaintance used to play when he thought nobody was listening.
A half-hearted conversation with a college friend, who seems to be more interested in his bottle of scotch than in me (so what else is new?).
A slight accident with a woodcarving blade.
A hasty trip to the first aid box.
A quick jaunt to the drugstore down the street to get more bandages.
My Friday nights used to be so much cooler when I actually had friends.