Saturday afternoon limbo
Feb. 1st, 2003 03:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ephraimjohnThis is the first saturday in absolute ages where I have had no plans of particular import. Consequently I am sat here, dear reader, in a state of some bemusement. The wide vista of potential saturday enjoyments stretches out before me.
Should I settle in front of the telly for some armchair sport? Perhaps go and join the thronging masses in a saturday afternoon crush at the shopping mall? I could make an afternoon of it in the pub. The options are endless. However, given that the sport on telly will be womens cross country running (I find nothing inherently wrong with womens cross country running, I am sure that it is an impressive enough discipline and envy these ladies the ability to run more than fifteen feet without falling over and wheezing like an asthmatic sloth - I just don't much fancy the idea of sitting down and watching it); that I hate crowded shopping centres (and have no disposable income to speak of); and that, as evil as my liver might be, I don't want to punish it too comprehensively; I guess that I'll probably stay in and waste time chatting to people on IM. And writing this of course.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/2716369.stm has just been pointed out to me. Far from good. I guess that there is no such thing as routine with space travel.
I had a lot more to write, but it no longer seems important. Watching instant replays of the deaths of seven people seems somewhat ghoulish, even though on a global scale it's nothing. But yet, it still seems to have put me off continuing this post.
More later, i guess.
Should I settle in front of the telly for some armchair sport? Perhaps go and join the thronging masses in a saturday afternoon crush at the shopping mall? I could make an afternoon of it in the pub. The options are endless. However, given that the sport on telly will be womens cross country running (I find nothing inherently wrong with womens cross country running, I am sure that it is an impressive enough discipline and envy these ladies the ability to run more than fifteen feet without falling over and wheezing like an asthmatic sloth - I just don't much fancy the idea of sitting down and watching it); that I hate crowded shopping centres (and have no disposable income to speak of); and that, as evil as my liver might be, I don't want to punish it too comprehensively; I guess that I'll probably stay in and waste time chatting to people on IM. And writing this of course.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/2716369.stm has just been pointed out to me. Far from good. I guess that there is no such thing as routine with space travel.
I had a lot more to write, but it no longer seems important. Watching instant replays of the deaths of seven people seems somewhat ghoulish, even though on a global scale it's nothing. But yet, it still seems to have put me off continuing this post.
More later, i guess.
