The kids are at grandma's, Chris is at a rock show, and I am bored. BORED. I cannot believe it. I actually don't know what to do with myself.
That's not actually true. There are several things I could/should be doing: Grocery shopping, sorting kids' summer/fall clothes, sewing curtains, exercising, cleaning, even WORKING. But I don't want to do those things. I don't know what I want to do.
Hmmm. I guess I'll wander down to the wine shop and get myself a bottle and rent a movie.