Just in case anyone was wondering, the following is a really bad way to spend a Friday night:
* Home alone
* Drinking far too many whiskey sours
* Listening to Cowboy Junkies and Lambchop
* Reading old e-mails
a candle burning for everything i've ever wanted
a tattoo burned for everything i've ever wanted and lost
i had a long list of names that i kept in my back pocket,
but i've cut it down to one and your name's at the top
won't you share a common disaster?
share with me a common disaster
a common disaster
-m. timmins
Avoid the whiskey sours in mass quantities. Too much sour mix will give you indigestion... and being at home alone with indigestion on a Friday night is even *more* depressing.
If it makes you feel any better, remember some of us poor shmucks work until 1am on Friday nights. Would you rather be at work? Didn't think so.
Posted by: K.Britt on February 28, 2004 12:16 AM>Would you rather be at work? Didn't think so.
That's what I tell myself when I'm blue, too. The trouble with the construct, however, is that it makes me want to quit my job each morning.
I wish I could be like Belushi in Animal House when he tried to cheer Flounder up after they'd destroyed his brother's car. You know, smashing beer bottles against his head, anything to get a smile out of you. I think that's the same scene as, "You fucked up -- you trusted us," which also seems somehow appropriate to blogging. Ah, I'm rambling and haven't ingested anything that would explain it . . .
I love finding things that snap me out of a mood, though they tend not to last. They're usually disarmingly simple, even goofy. Like MST3K, or John Prine. Monty Python -- there's one that never fails. Did you hear Mike Nichols is directing the musical version of MP and the Holy Grail, to be called "Spamalot"? Eric Idle is writing it, songs and all.
Posted by: Vernam on February 28, 2004 01:50 AM