Boy was I wrong. I’m darn lonely. There’s nothing really going on tonight, anyway. I’d almost rather be harrassed by the cops. Just kidding. Next weekend, though, there will be none of this. It’s going to be all about The Aggrolites. And Froggy. And Sibrina. And John. Lots of people around next weekend. I don’t really mind being alone, but it’s more like I don’t like having them unavailable. No one is available tonight. I should get over it, though. I should just turn my music up a little louder, write something, read something, or clean my bathroom. Whatever it takes. Oh, SNL must be on, right?