…when you wish you were having fun, and you think you’re not, but you actually are. Cryptic? Read on, be educated.
See, I thought my weekend was going crappily. Saw my niece and nephew Friday night. No beer. Had a problem with Andy’s car on Saturday morning, then hung out with the neighbours watching telly, then watched DVDs at home. No beer.
Sunday, chilled at home, watched more telly (including Liverpool winning and a Peter Crouch goal), then that Tom Hanks movie The Terminal, then went to bed. No beer.
In retrospect, I actually had a jolly good time. Doing nothing. With no beer, hardly any ciggies and zero sex. Wonder of wonders 🙂