December 27, 2010 - 9:30pm -- swingbug

Curled up on the couch with a plate of takeout pasta and a book about women who can just take off to Italy when they need to find themselves.  I look down at my fettuccine.  I went to an Italian restaurant.  (Not the fancy one, mind you; the one where they let you color on the tables.)  And I'm not lost. Just a little lonely tonight.