||[Aug. 21st, 2009|11:54 pm]
Somebody is having more fun than I am! And they don't have to have it on the Internets, either. Now I'm feeling abused, stuck in the house on a Friday night. Of course, I'm stuck in the house every night, but somehow being stuck in the house on Friday seems more onerous. Somebody was laughing down the street. |
Not that there's anywhere to go around here. This late, especially, there's not much going on anywhere other than the mini-mart and the sad local bars where old bikers or other aged folk hang out. There's stuff going on in Chico, to be sure, but I doubt much of it would interest me. I miss Los Angeles. Even this sort of thing.
At least it got a bit cooler here tonight.
I guess I'll go see if the feral cats are up to anything. Portia hasn't shown up yet.