I’ve been hiding inside all day, eating too many pizza rolls and reading Steve Agee’s blog on MySpace. I should go outside and maybe do something before it gets dark. Or just wait until dark and go to Zoo Lights. Speaking of which, I need a thermos for my hot chocolate, and long underwear or leggings to wear under my jeans. Off to Target I go!
I know — none of this is as exciting as getting on a plane and waking up in the “City of Lights” a mere eight hours later, but fuck it. I make my own fun.