I’ve had the hardest time dragging my ass out of bed this week. I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I’ve been staying up a little later or the fact that my part-time job seems more soul-sucking and mind-numbing than usual this week. Or both…
But it’s only two days now until life gets much better, at least for the weekend. I can’t remember ever having such a compelling reason to look forward to the weekend. And those of you who are getting sick of this whole romance thing might want to skip this new essay where I revisit several assupmtions from an older one and contemplate the next step, as it were…
And no, I shan’t be waiting in line to see the new Star Wars movie at 12:01 AM. Here’s an admission: I haven’t experienced a single Star Wars movie since I saw the original at the now-demolished Janus Theatre in Greensboro way back in 1977. Not on TV, not on video, not at all. Wow. It felt good saying that…
