2003-05-23 - 11:40 p.m.
I am trapped in a world of Saturdays. But not the good Saturday’s when I can go out and drink and be wild. No, these are High School Saturdays when I’m too broke to go out and so is everyone I know.
And it’s Friday. Probably Saturday by the time I post.
My luncheon went fine. I still haven’t cleaned up. I have a filthy kitchen. I was thinking it will give me something to do tomorrow. Or the next day. Ad Infinitum. Oh Latin. Makes me feel smart.
I didn’t do a desert this afternoon. Ungrateful bastards gave me a hard time about it. Again, I have only myself to blame. For leading them on with previous luncheons. For being the consummate host. The usual things. If this were Victorian times I no doubt would be ostracized from society. Of course, if this were Victorian times I’d probably be at sea trying to make my fortune or some such thing. It wouldn’t be in the big house and all. I would like to see those rigid social standards return however. I am not fond of modern society. It’s all too casual. Politeness and parlour intrigue and rigid inviolate conventions would do wonders. Nobody wants to see the Dickens side of things. We all want the Oscar Wilde.
I don’t really have anything to say. I’m just bored. And it’s Friday. Saturday in a few minutes. I guess I’ll go to bed.
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