“What is this?”
“‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s'”
“So she’s Tiffany?”
“Then what’s the point?”
Really, I should make him sit down and watch several classics with me. Especially since Holly is the epitome of me in the opening scene–spent way too much time getting ready for the day only to wander around stuffing her face with food (I say while eating pasta at 1 a.m.).
My laptop is at 9 hours and 40 minutes of battery life and I don’t work tomorrow so that means writing, and writing whatever comes to mind. First, though, I have a draft for an article I should have finished some time ago for a set of editors for a gaming magazine. Then there are poems and essays I want to start and complete. Then there is whatever else I have muse for in the end. Maybe nerdy Fanfiction, maybe something scandalous, maybe something intensely felt and promising. Anyway, that’s what days off–and the nights that precede them–are meant for, I like to think.
Perhaps I’ll find the right mush in the cushions on the couch that I won’t want to move all night/morning. Don’t be surprised if you see me, on Snapchat or Twitter later, with a coffee in hand trekking through bookstores, the library or settled with an open document or notepad somewhere serene tomorrow. Who knows what you’ll fine when you spend some time somewhere else for a little while.