It’s Thursday night and I am waiting for the “click.” and no, I dont mean the blog groupies. If you do know what I mean than I love you all the more, if you don’t, rent the phenomenal all time favorite in the Reed house, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. Dang, it is so good.
I have the entire evening to myself and what am I doing? I am blogging. Oh Brother (where are thou?) While the rest of you crazies are gearing up for Idol (Idolitry) I am trying to figure out which of my 15 million hobbies I am going to do. Thus the click. When it comes maybe it will speak to me so for now I blog.
Let’s see…my options vary…Memoirs of a Geisha, memoirs of my adventures in Paris, memoirs of a laundry pile, memoirs of the Thai food that just arrived, memoirs of a bunch of ego maniacs with sorid pasts stuck on an island, memoirs of a concert that must live up to its, “the best entertainment at the park, ever” reputation, memoirs of the last 3 years of my life that still need to me scrapbooked. Crap, come on click, speak to me!
Perhaps I will just give in and sit at my big table with my Thai and my laptop (our DVD player is busted), Chinese girls acting like Japanese girls and I will act as though FOR ONCE I will just give myself a break and let the evening flow. Once I’ve got my click of course.