We Do Things: Quiet (Smoky) Night In

In this case, “we,” is, “I.”  And I know what you’re thinking. “Geez, Leigh must be pretty hard-up for stuff if a night in is newsworthy.”  This is admittedly a throw-away topic but it’s also an easing back into having some time to write.  My silence has probably spoken a thousand words over the past two weeks; there hasn’t been a planned commitment-free evening in forever.  But tonight there’s no family stuff, no band practice, no plans to go out and Josh and Matt are in New York for the next few days.  So here’s what I’m going to do: finally finish Watchmen (put on hold by the fact that so many albums came out last week; between Animal Collective, Andrew Bird, and Antony & the Johnsons I’ve been tied to m’iPod, commandeering my bus time.  One thought on AC: I waited impatiently like a good little masochist until the actual release date so I’m late to the party but at the risk of adding to the echo chamber of adulation…it’s blow-your-mind amazing) eat a simple meal, practice a bit and then make a serious attempt at getting some writing done.  Doesn’t that sound lovely?  It sounds lovely but I guarantee that after a few hours alone in my apartment I’m going to be twenty dollars down in World Winner or baking something unnecessary and going downstairs to bug my neighbors.  I’m not the type of person who needs to be constantly occupied but once I get into a routine of having little to no alone time it’s difficult to readjust and enjoy it when I do have some.  It’ll be good, though.  I’ll wind up smoking about forty cigarettes, and there may be ash in the brownies, but it’ll be good.