|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