December 19, 2002
Tonight I lay curled in the oversized chair, my legs stretched out on the ottoman, watching another movie. Most nights are the same, you sleeping on the futon 10 minutes into it, sometimes catching up the next day, sometimes missing it altogether. You’d prefer channel surfing, remote control in hand, never settling on anything in particular, skimming the surface. Five minutes for cops, seven for nightly news, ten for investigative reports, two or three for weather, sometimes up to 15 minutes spent on intriguing animal antics. Either way, the results are the same. Another night passes, full moon or not.