Notes on a lost weekend--

Took a vacation from weekendery and barely left my apartment, instead

-reading a regency novel that had a cockfight in it
-drawing a strange monster character
-dancing in socks and underwear to Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings
-putting up curtains in my bedroom and managing to not hit my thumb with the hammer (a small victory, but I assure you, it counts)
-turning on my Christmas lights and watching an episode or two of Jeeves and Wooster on my laptop
-playing my mandolin improvisationally (note to self: learn more than three chords), though I did play it to one of my Devo albums sock-scooting across the floor, twisting into those beautiful mando-chops
-reading the first four years of Doonesbury
-sleep sandwich
-watching from my second storey window
-composing a letter to _________

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Postscript- Oh, and I saw you called. Didn't miss anything exciting, did I? Like an impromptu moustache contest, or some sort of circus fight? You know how I love both.

Postpostscript- My mom goes to court this week, against a crazed neighbor. Please wish her well for me.

Postpostpostscript- You can now choose whether your entries have adult content (grown-up stuff)? Do I ashamedly check "Adult concepts" because my entry includes the admission that I read old Doonesbury strips? Or is the image of a Zac in socks and red briefs, prancing around to R&B music simply too much for the younger mind's eyes? Who am I kidding? I'm such a seven-year-old.

Postpostpostpostscript- And when I was seven I drew the letter "O" with either a line or a dot in the center, because I figured it should look vaguely like an overripe doughnut or a great googley eye...

Postpostpostpostpostscript- And my favorite musician was Mr. Roy Orbison.