You Don't Get Paid For Thinking
I was supposed to go out tonight. I had been looking forward to going out to hear this smooth jazz band play at a local spot. I always enjoy going there because the atmosphere is very mature and laid-back and I love seeing and being with grown black folk just chilling and vibing. After that we were supposed to go downtown and do the party thing. Totally opposite environment, but I was up for the balance.
Or at least I thought I was. I got dressed and realized that I didn't want to go anywhere at all. So now here i am, dressed like I have somewhere to go, with no plans but to stay on my couch for the remainder of the evening.
I have been craving unhealthy food lately. Burgers, fries, pop. I even craved a HOT DOG and I really don't get down with hot dogs like that. Beef hot dogs of course, Chicago style with onions, pickle, relish. . . everything. So juicy, so delicious.
And now that I am home for the evening, I just want a bottle of cheap champagne (Andre) and my laptop and I will be all good. Should this be the life of a 23 year old?
I think I have a touch of the blues.