For the second Saturday in a row I skipped out of the apartment early, avoiding my usual appointment with the couch and television, and went downtown. Had brunch, shopped, wandered, gave money to street people, et cetera. Also saw "Secret Window." Who knew that two hours watching Johnny Depp read from the phone book could be so gripping? And when he got to the M's -- "Mabale, Angela. Mabale, Lydia. Mabale, Thomas" -- I nearly jumped out of my seat.
Now I'm home again and trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my life. You know, should I be a brain surgeon, should I climb Mount Everest, that sort of thing.
It was balmy today. They should outlaw balminess. It fucks with your head.