I have nothing to write about today, which, by the way, just proves I lead a boring life.

We watched a depressing movie on Friday and drank some beer on Saturday. It was good beer. The sad thing is, we didn’t need it. The Wife and the Friend and I were slaphappy before we even opened the first bottle. Halfway through it, the concept of hiccups was hilarious.

The sad thing is, I had more fun sitting at my house drinking beer from a bottle than I’ve had out in a true social environment for a long, long time. We laughed and laughed and laughed. It felt good. We didn’t get hammered or anything. Hell, I don’t even think we drank enough to get “drunk.” It was a much-needed release.

Sometimes we all forget how stupid life is. We immerse ourselves in stories of teens blowing themselves up, cancer-causing agents in the water, teen pregnancy and what not; that we forget how moronic and pointless all this seems to us sometimes.

I remembered on Saturday. We sat and giggled and snorted and made fun of our neighbors. Then we got tired and everyone left.

Granted, Friend and I had to spend an hour outside discussing workable urban planning first, but that’s beside the point.

We were stupid for a change. It gave us a new outlook.

I feel recharged. Therefore, I’m ready to go back to regular life and be worried about war, pestilence and David Hasselhoff.