August 28th, 2004
|04:08 am - Interminable|
The drags on. All the work long ago completed. The weary pleasures of the Internet run blindly by. Weather this, Olympics that. Any new posts to LJ? Anything on the friendsfriends that seems at all amusing?
I sit here as the night drags on, crunching my M&Ms, drinking my ginger ale. I have an anthology of short fiction to keep me company, but even its pleasures are, by definition, short-lived.
I find myself wishing nothing more than to have a bottle of scotch instead of this empty can of ginger ale. Scotch and M&Ms? No, just scotch. Beer and M&Ms, but not scotch.
Current Mood: numb
Read the blogs. That always works to raise my ire a few notches.
Also, if you read the blogs you learn about things like this
Now wasn't that worth the diversion?
|Date:||August 28th, 2004 07:36 am (UTC)|| |
That was, in fact, creepy as all hell.