- Watch crap TV. Code for Ghost Hunters, What Not to Wear, movies on TNT, and gymnastics. My use of the word crap is in no way intended to offend. I think everything on TV is crap (excluding House MD because I want Hugh Laurie to father my children).
- Drive around. Because the price of gas in Texas is only about $3.49 and that's much better than $4.03 in North Carolina when I left. Who needs money anyway? Let's give it all to oil execs.
- Play fetch with Daisy. Like I have a choice.
- Stare at the walls. They're textured. Hours of fun.
Yesterday I did pick up my needs-to-be-reviewed copy of Mikita Brottman's The Solitary Vice: Against Reading. It's a collection of essays that aren't really as harsh as the title suggests. Brottman is a book lover, but also found herself reading so heavily and indiscriminately as a teen that she lost all hold on reality. I'm still not far into the book, but she's witty, interesting, and the book has some fantastic illustrations to go along with the essays. We'll see if it sticks!