Nice Weekend. Now, I'm depressed.

Depression. Other sentence fragments. Ennui. What a good word, Ennui. Deceptively fun to say.

I had a nice time this weekend visiting all of Teri's relatives. We went to Salmon Fest in Leavenworth and had a good time. Next year, I may enter the chalk art contest.

Then we came home and everything was right where we left it. I hate that. Brownies should clean when I'm away from home. And then cook a nice dinner and have it ready when I walk in. And draw a bubble bath in the fancy hot tub that they installed in the new basement they dug under the stairs. The hot tub should be next to the game room and there should be a plasma TV on the the wall. One of those obscenely large ones that I could watch football on (if I watched football, which I might if I had a huge plasma TV and a hot tub).

Then the brownies should go away, leaving lots of cash on the kitchen counter to buy pizza with after the left-overs from the big dinner are gone. They could leave the cash right next to the keys to my new motorcycle (which they should have custom built after they dug the basement) that way I don't have to walk my lazy butt to class. And then they can call their little leprechaun buddies (on their own phones, talk about long distance charges!) and have them make new shoes for the kids. Just because.