I feeling kind of restless.  Antsy.  Don’t want to go to bed.  Don’t want to play World of Warcraft.  Don’t have any money to go anywhere.

If it was 20 years ago it’s the kind of night where I’d go pick up Beau and take him out to the beach to sit for a few hours smoking.  It’s not, though, and while I could go do so by myself (Krys is in bed already) I have to take into account that I am dead broke until Friday and gas is now four bucks a gallon.

So instead I think I’ll transfer Picasso at the Lapin Agile to my Kindle and go read for a bit.