Ha, y’all, I think the Couchville story is going to be a good one. There’s a zombie, of sorts. And ghost lights. And it’s a better ghost light story than the story about Fort Negley I wrote, so I’m going to have to come up with something better for that.
I’m sorry to go on about these. I just have such fun writing them and I love the anticipatory delight of waiting to see what y’all think.
I tried to watch Cadillac Records tonight, but I got to the part where some girls show up at the hotel room and I was just like… I don’t know… not in the mood to watch a story about men getting laid. It’s not that I don’t mind those stories, but when it’s my evening, to do with what I want? I went outside and looked at the flowers instead. I think men can get laid without needing me to be an audience for it.
I get like that now. It’s hard for me to stick with something if I get the feeling I’m not the audience. I just lose interest.