Do you ever have one of those restless moments when you just want to immediately go do something adventurous, crazy and unpredictable? Just to see bright lights and music pounding and energy spilling over. Then you go to (pester) your spouse and he’s working and gives you a look like “If I didn’t love you, I’d strangle you with my bare hands”? So it’s like no one is realistically able to suddenly take off for, say, Montreal on a Thursday night, and besides aren’t you supposed to be working on that paper?
Nov 10th 2005Everyday life