I am. I did spend about an hour and a half covering a story (thing for families of veterans), but mostly I’m in. My parents are hanging around the house, too, and it’s their anniversary.
raises hand
Home and alone , unless you count 3 dogs and 2 cats. (4th dog is out on an overnight with Uncle Gary huntin’ birds. Damned dog has more of a social life than I do)
I have been laboring over writing a much anticipated sex scene between a 27 year old guy and 47 year old woman (his boss) for a book I am writing , and it just ain’t coming . (No comments from the peanut gallery) This sucks.
Wow, not one innuendo, but two. Pretty good.
peanut gallery runs away
I’m home, alone for now. I’m puttering on the computer, after baking a bunch of chicken breasts. I’m thinking of wandering outside to sit for a bit. Today is supposed to be the last day of good weather.
It feels like the end of summer; a touch of melancholy, along with a new coolness in the air mornings and evenings.
Home, finally, and not alone. We just got home from a week on Cape Cod, in Massachusetts. So this evening has been spent packing and relaxing. No, not unpacking, just packing. Because tomorrow I go back to school! Whee!
I’m home alone, having been home alone all day, and with no plans to be anything but home alone the rest of the night. And I’m not even drinking.
(Though I deserve a drink, because the credits just started rolling on Young Adam and it was bloody awful. And it made me horny, dammit.)
snark
I am about ready to put this piece up for another day , it is becoming evident to me Matt just is not in the mood. Damn damn damn.
I am home and watching Buffy. Seemed like as good a way as any to spend tonight.
Not really stressed about the whole social scene here yet - which is odd, considering that I’ve been here nearly a year.
…and I home with my 4 furballs. I spent the day packing, tossing out, etc. in preparation for a move next weekend.
The cats are all sprawled out and snoozing, some Doors on the CD, and my first shot of tequila at my side.
Life could be a lot worse.
I was home last night. There’s no social life available for those who have to be at work, chipper and ready to rock at eight thirty in the morning. On a Sunday. :o
Bah. What do people need tech support for on a Sunday, anyway?
I’ve been home all day, playing with a South Park character maker to do Shakespeare characters and scenes, breaking for lunch and occasional bouts of weeping over complete lack of life.
Some friends and I may be going out later, but with this group I doubt it; I’m thinking about jogging down to Hollywood and renting Pacino’s recent Merchant of Venice. My grandfather’s eightieth birthday is tomorrow, so the house is in pristine condition for the party; if I decide I’m too lazy to go down for the movie, I’m thinking about cranking up my headphones and having a little dance party in my room.
It’s been a pretty nerdy day, all told.
I’ve been home all day, still setting up stuff on the new C drive on my computer. We haven’t had any internet for a week, our modem died last Saturday night. We can’t get a service call until this coming Monday, as thousands of students are moving in and getting cable. We felt so disconnected that we actually signed up for the 1072 free hours of AOL. Now I remember why I called Comcast six years ago and asked them to call me the minute cable internet was available.
It was too hot to go anywhere today. So I have spent most of the day gathering files that I backed up on multiple CD-ROMs, copying them onto the hard drive, organizing them by category, renaming them, and burning new DVD-ROMs. Just before I came onto the net this time, I had just finished renaming more than 900 files of CD artwork I’ve created. (I have to make folders for them tomorrow.) And I discovered that I no longer have all the fonts I used to have, and lots of my artwork is screwed, if I ever need to print it again. That’s really strange, because I haven’t bought or downloaded any font packages. Same Windows as on the last drive, same programs. Fewer fonts.
I have my wife and three kitties for company, I made ribeye steak for supper, and we have cold Dr. Pepper (yecch, we’re out of Coke).
That’s how my Saturday night has been going.
Time for bed for this Doper, methinks. It’s 2 AM, and I got my phone call.
I recommend that, it’s quite good.
I’m home. Mostly because I can’t play World of Warcraft if I’m not. :0) I’m also alternating watching weather updates for New Orleans because I have this horripilating premonition that Katrina is going to shut down the city for the next month and my vacation plans are going to be completely ruined.
Well, I guess I’m here too. I don’t usually stay home on Saturday. But, there was too much drama in my home tonight. I’d rather stay at home and enjoy my couch than go out and find the locks changed!
Another vote for home on Saturday. All my friends are back to school (or live there in the first place) and I’m graduated back home with my parents. Ask me where I’d rather be. Go 'head. I dares ya.
I am (almost) always home in time to catch Doctor Who on PBS, and sometimes Chief, or in the old days, Red Dwarf.
Why would I want to go out? Especially past 8:00 PM? Unless it’s to the opera.
With me it’s more of “what’s to go out for?” Drinks? Not if I have to drive. Partying? I feel like shit in the morning–and the days when I could sleep thru a hangover are over…
I worked this weekend, two 12 hour shifts, so no going out for me. On my weekends off, between soccer and field hockey games for the kids–I’m too tired to “go out” at noc. Hell, I’m in my jammies at 10pm.
God, I am old and I’m only 43.
You can wake up now and return to the thread…