My Saturday nights have really sucked recently. I'm just sitting here, waiting for one of several friends that mentioned they'd possible give me a call to call me. Half of me is waiting for them to call, because I'm bored and lonely, while the other half is hoping they don't, because I'm tired from working all day waiting tables and have to do it again tomorrow morning. I really should be grading papers in preparation for grades being due next week, but instead I'm fiddling on the Internet and watching The Aristrocats. I'm feeling listless and solitary and regretful about the last twenty-four hours. Friday's baseball game continues to haunt me, and I need to let it go but I can't yet. I'm also thinking about friends and family in Michigan, and wishing I could get a plane ticket but unable to. Feeling lots of regret and wishing someone would help take my mind off things, but it's clear that it's just me alone with my thoughts tonight. Probably not a good thing.
I guess I'll just sit here, waiting around for something to happen. Tonight would be a great night for a girlfriend, a massage, and a couch.
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If I hadn't spent eight hours in the car, I'd bring over a movie and a six-pack of beer. No massage, though.
funny you wrote that...i just blogged about the same emotion...being lonely on a saturday night sucks. especially when you are feeling guilty about not grading papers. i wish i could stop feeling lonely and be productive!
Between the teaching job, restaurant job, and baseball job, there isn't much time and energy left to intitiate the type of relationship where a woman will show up on your doorstep in order to massage your back and keep you company while you watch TV.
You're sure right about that.
What did you think of The Aristocrats? I was completely unimpressed. I have never seen a movie before that was supposed to be a comedy (sort of) that didn't make me laugh once.
Next time you feel like talking, pull T-Bird's emergency card and give me a ring!!
Massage not included.
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