Bleh

[rejectomorph]

Nothing is happening here but the fall of soft rain and the croaking of the frogs, and a few cars passing along the main road a block west. They must be going where something more is happening. Maybe my ennui has infected then entire town, and other people are fleeing it. I am so utterly bereft of pertinent thoughts at the moment that... well, that I can't even think of anything else to say. If I had any liquor, I'd get drunk right now. I think this is very close to the 1000th consecutive Saturday night that I have spent in this house. I wonder if I'm getting tired of it?