I was given the gift of self-imposed house arrest. The opportunity to experience two and a half days of own sweet, sweet, thoughts and curiously soft sweat pants. I love not having any plans at all. For as much as I consider myself an extrovert, I can introvert the shit out of a weekend.
I picked up a six pack of Tecate, on the off chance that I might want to cruise TiVo with a Mexican beer buzz. Then I locked the front door and giggled manically.
Plans for a no-plans weekend include:
Eating lots of cheese and crackers and cookies.
Relieving TiVo of all my junk TV.
Scattering my words to various places on the Internet.
Reading the new Chuck Klosterman book.
Renting horror movies from iTunes and watching them on my phone from a horizontal position.
Listening to folklectric music.