Nothing right? That’s what I did today. I did nothing (is that a whitney houston song? Is she still on crack?) Well if you count playing pc all day as something to do, well I did only that. When we were still together, we would get up before sundown or if we wake up before noon, we spend the whole day bumming around. Hardcore bumming. No, we are not doing any chores or weekend assignments or writing, we basically just sit down, lie down, stand up while the TV is on. And then wait for night time and head off to coffee. Yeah. Saturday Night Coffee. Then if our asses get tired, we head home and wait for Sunday. And it was always a blast.

Staying here in the house all day makes me think of our family to be. Maybe we’re growing old. That’s why no more of where are we going out this weekend or Saturday night parteeh. It just feels so good to stay in the house and do nothing. The truth is I got used to our kind of Saturdays.

That’s why this letter is full of nothingness. Life is hanging without you with me. I don’t want to stretch out thoughts on that one. Because it will all still be nothing. Today’s highlight though is praying for a lot for Saturday’s with you. That is when nothing has an entirely opposite meaning.