slow saturday night

I'm starting to realize that this blogging everyday thing isn't really amounting to anything.
I log in,
I type something mildly witty,
add a possibly irrelevant picture,
publish,
the end.

Why am I doing this? No one plans on reading it (except you), I'm not saying anything very profound. I'm not that funny without a prompt. Though I think my life story might possibly be a little amusing, I haven't the motive to show that to anyone. All I really want is out of this damn house, to go out and do something already.
But I can't.
So I'm stuck here,
doing this.

lamesauce

Actually, that's not all that I want.

I want:

• people to learn the difference between "you're" and "your"
  
• a hamster
• a sandwich (grilled pepper jack cheese to be exact)
• a pair of slippers
• nice weather tomorrow
• a hug
  
• "you to want me"