Sunday 13 October 2002

A wasted evening

Blown out by a date with an hour's notice I moped uncreatively around the house on Saturday night. After spending any number of week nights sitting in a deathly dull Holiday Inn hotel room wasting a Saturday night on TV and navel-gazing seems criminal. Weekend evenings seem immeasurably more valuable.

The evening was filled by watching Amelie and dreaming of bringing random happinesses into the lives of others.

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