Let me tell you MY idea of a great night in the park. Let’s start off by making it about 90 degrees. Okay, awesome. Then let’s fill me up with really greasy Chinese food. Great. Now let’s sit around while that bakes in my stomach and watch a crappy play. Yes!
So ostensibly, that’s my plan for tonight. Except I might cut out before the play actually starts. In that case I’ll go home and paint. Or throw up, because that’s how I usually feel after eating the particular sort of Chinese food we’re getting.
I’m posting this not because it is deep or meaningful, but because I want to make you all insanely jealous of my incredible life.