…I spend a Saturday night alone. I went shopping to alleviate the bizarre nature of the whole situation and bought some things. The highlight of my night was a French rolling pin. I’m not quite sure if that’s a good thing or not.
So I will probably make biscuits by myself using that aforementioned rolling pin, and try to enforce joy upon these rare, solitary moments. Patience is not my virtue however, and so I’m left with a fog of restlessness and I’m not sure if any biscuits, no matter how buttery or flaky (mmm, maybe I’m underestimating my love of bread…) could calm my itchiness to be where I would like to be.
Postscript: I would like to extend an apology to those parties involved for my occasional incapacity some nights of being in my own company. I thank you wholeheartedly for being such capital sports in regards to my needs. To the rest of you, go listen to this song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7HvURBhMGE&ob=av3e I have been listening to it on repeat for the past 33 minutes. (Vague approximation.) I’m not going to tell you what song it is because I know there are some of you who would completely object due to preconceived notions (grant you, most of them are probably accurate..). But it’s worth listening to. Trust me. Would I spend 33 minutes (make that 37, I just put it on again) in pursuit of lukewarm tunage? The answer is no.