I went out last night, which is a rarity these days. It was rainy, but the first bits of fall are finally starting to penetrate and break up that awful stench of summer that permeates this city. There was drinking, there was dancing, there were boys falling on the floor, and there was some relieving of bowels in alleyways and behind dumpsters on the long journey home. Fortunately, I had a very dear gentleman to escort me and keep watch. That makes it all sound a lot more classy than it actually was.
I slept till noon today, such a rare luxury. Not only because I rarely get a weekend day off, but also because I have trouble sleeping past 8 am even when I do. So even though I have about 10 UFOs lying around, and some errands to run, I am content to sit here, eat chocolates from Germany, let the "genius" in iTunes 8.0 pick my music, and knit something small and satisfying.
As far as I'm concerned, this is as luxurious as it gets.