I’m going bowling tonight.
From 9am today until 9pm tonight when I go out, I pretty much have nothing to do. I washed, ate, cooked, and read more weird East African poetry. 175 pages down, a few hundred more to go. Y’all ain’t got nothing on T.S.Eliot, I’m really sorry to say.
I think I’m going to hit up an art museum tomorrow; I am, as the Italians say, “growing roots” because I’ve been sitting here so long.
Other great plans include more lunches, some dinners, and definitely a few more DVDs. I’m tempted to go stand outside naked and scream til an avalanche falls on me.
At least it will be cool.
Haaar. Awful pun. Someone please make something exciting happen here!