one saturday

Like I predicted, the week's over fairly quickly. It's Friday tomorrow, which means heaven for most but I volunteered for duty this Saturday 5 weeks ago :/ if only I'd known.

Now that would mean:

1. No morning footy
Thomson sent me a text earlier asking if I wanted to play on Saturday. I wouldn't have agreed right away but the option to play would have been comforting. My urge to play ball comes and goes.

2. No wee hours on my guitar
This happens almost every week. Whenever I'm done bumming, 'll pick up my guitar, Fuji, play it for hours, singing to re-used chords, trying to find the best melodies I can come up with which usually ends up with me falling asleep with the lights still on.

3. No shades?
Probably about a month ago, I decided that I should get a pair of shades and I thought last week, that when my allowance came in this week, I'd go look for one. Maybe I still can come Sunday but I'm looking for one to last so it shouldn't be an impulse buy. We'll see.

4. No movie night
I used to rent movies a lot before I enlisted, good movies, bad movies, action, romance, comedy, sci-fi, animation, everything. To me it was one of the more sensible ways to pass time. It also made me think that having watched so many movies, perhaps I could be a director. I'm naive like that.

5. No bumming
It's generally known how bumming at home is like these days. You turn computer on, log in to facebook, Twitter, look for laughs/music/trailers/reviews/tutorials/celebrity interviews on YouTube, take a shower, repeat the cycle with a packet of chips and your favourite drink from the fridge and is now ready for round 2. I can't afford to do this when I get back on Sunday.

Pulp Fiction also has to wait. Boohoo.