So I’ll be a band widow tomorrow night as my RRBF heads up to North Bay to play a show. He’s got rehersal tonight, and then he’s away tomorrow night. There are so many things I could do, writing, reading, sleeping—but I’m so bored of being in my house feeling crappy that I wish I could actually leave and go see a movie.
Wow, this blog post is boring even me. I’ll stop now.