I'm in between books, I'm not overly interested in the Newsweek, I know what I'm making for dinner, and I'm pretty up to date on laundry. God, I'm tired. I'm supposed to, maybe, go out tonight. I'm going out tomorrow night, and Friday I'm busy, so maybe I shouldn't go. But I do so love going out for a glass of wine and chatting with girls. I think I'll sleep on it.