At 10:23pm on a Saturday I would imagine that most people my age are out being social and so forth. I am sitting in my green torn up recliner, watching judge Judy in the shirt I wore to work today and pj bottoms adorned with small sheep, floral sheep to be specific. I usually do not like to post unless I really have some emotion or idea to convey, but tonight I am beyond lazy. The thought of discharging myself from this idleness, forces my body to sink even further into my poorly upholstered chair; this is my citadel for the evening. I do not know if it’s exhaustion or melancholy that is accompanying me tonight; maybe a little bit of both and lets not forget Judy.