Saturday, June 17, 2006

Saturday-night solitaire.

I was hoping to go out and do something tonight, but everyone I called was either working or going to a wedding or doing something with their family or had a flat tire or wouldn’t pick up their phone. Someone convinced me I should still go out even if no one wanted to go with me, maybe for just for a bite to eat. So I did just that. And by the time I got back I learned that the only thing more fun than eating at a Chinese buffet all by yourself is just about anything else.

I probably would have had a better time just sitting at home eating a block of cheese like I usually do.

Friday, June 9, 2006

Fantasy failure.

I hate my dreams. They’re always about being back in school or walking around in public naked or my teeth falling out. When the hell am I going to have a good old sex dream again? I swear, I haven’t had one of those in years.

Even my subconscious can’t get any action.

Thursday, June 1, 2006

At least it’s not, “You look ugly.”

It seems that whenever people see me, usually the first thing they say is, “You look tired” or “You seem sad.” For once, I’d like someone to say, “Andrew, you look damn fantastic!”

If that’s ever going to happen, maybe I should just try sleeping more. Or be less depressed.

Once I even got, “You look old.” There isn’t much I can do about that one.