"What's the score?"
"14-14."
"For who?"
I really should get out more.
When I'm home with nothing to do, I tend to lapse into I-know-I-should-be-doing-something mode. I feel guilty about having free time. I'll spend those days eating cranberry sauce and surfing the online radio stations, signing into MSN periodically to see if any of my favourite contacts are bored too. It's worst on days when I have nothing to read. Then, only the piano or my guitar can save me. (The clarinet often works too.)
Today wasn't that bad, though. We went to the "old-fashioned greasy spoon" for lunch at one, which only contributed to the mounds of junk I've eaten today. (Two popsicles, and way too much chocolate. One of my easter eggs was filled with rum.) However, throwing the baseball around with Dad was a welcome relief.
It's loads better than school, anyway.
I discovered Rumours among my mother's CD stash yesterday. That should keep me busy for awhile. Of course, I still have to get out to HMV for those albums I've been meaning to pick up for months.
Of course my heart is in it. My heart is always in it. My head is the sensible one.
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Alright, you're so hanging with me one of these days.
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