So, aside from Thanksgiving and the Saturday evening movie (Lawrence of Arabia), I haven't done a goddamned thing in exactly seven days. This isn't to say I didn't enjoy the things I did do, it's just that there weren't enough of them and it's really my fault. I didn't call a soul and I made no independent effort. Essentially, I couldn't get off my fat ass to go out and do anything.

Worse, that feeling threatens to strike again. I'm not hitting Ground Control tonight. I was planning on going to The Kitty, but I'm not sure how dedicated I am to going that far out and being basically by myself since no one else is going (with the possible exception of ). I've strongly considered going to Blue Mondays instead. I just don't know.

I expect I'll make a decision by the time the next hour is up. One way or another I'm getting the fuck outta here for an evening...