Does it make me boring that I find it sublimely awesome that I have absolutely nothing planned for tonight? I mean, I have a bazillion, gagillion things I could do when I get home tonight but none of them have to be done. The very thought that I could do absolutely nothing and get away with it makes me giddier than a kid in a candy store.

Of course, let's not discuss the fact that any time I find myself with this blessed gift of down time on my hands, I promptly squander it away by taking on a massive time-sucking project like re-arranging a closet or going through dozens of old magazines and tearing out only the good articles.

Poor Lobster can't get me to sit down and watch a movie with him to save his life. Oh, no, wait. As long as he pours me two glasses of wine with dinner I will zone out in front of the tube for a good three hours before promptly passing out on the couch.

I realize now that there might be a method to his feeding me wine on Friday nights.

Smart boy, Lobster. Smart boy indeed.