Friday night Fiction

I had the day off today. I spent my morning running, in a geriatric yoga class (literally, I was the only one under 60, I felt supple), getting my eyebrows waxed and finishing treatment plans and evaluation studies. I called my mom this afternoon to invite her for lunch, but she was in Florida. I had no idea. I suppose that means I'm an adult, my parents don't tell me when they leave the state for vacation. Life surprises me.
A good friend of my mine came over this afternoon and we went out for sushi and a movie with Jered. We went and saw Prime. It was okay, a little less funny than I had expected, and a lot more dramatic than I had hoped. I was thinking it would be more of a comedy, but it ended up being more of a dramedy. I really don't like Uma Thurman. I don't know why, I can't put my finger on it, but she just leaves me feeling empty, like after I eat a rice cake. Empty, wanting something more, but not quite sure what.
Quite a bit of sex in the movie though, if that's your kind of thing.

I downloaded a smattering of new songs this afternoon. I stumbled upon this band called Kings of Convenience that I am really liking. Got a little Death Cab for Cutie, some German music (2raumwohnung, check them out on iTunes, very cool band), it was a very chill day.

I feel like writing, but I don't know what. I am not in the mood to knit. My mind is all over the place, and I need a different sort of creative outlet. I'm not the journaling/diary type, which is a smidge ironic... Any ideas?

Knitting pictures...tomorrow maybe?