1984

I think my entertainment choices are beginning to wax dystopian.

All I've done this weekend is (1) watch basketball, (2) watch Sports Night on DVD, and (3) continue reading the stupid book I alluded to in other posts, and (4) blog (occasionally, and not particuarly successfully).

[Wow. An adverb modifying an adverb. I need to work on my writing.]

Anyway. Maybe escapist entertainment is my downfall. I think I need to schedule a weekend sans such entertainment. I mean, I could:

Actually, I don't know what I would do.

That's another problem.

I'm sleepy.