Since today was Memorial day, I didn’t have to work. And since I am just a working bloke, I was bored out of my mind. Which means that I ended up spending most today doing school work and compulsively checking blogs.
I grow weary of my life. And this got me to thinking about what I would rather be doing.
I would rather be a kept boy. A courtesan one might say. Like Violetta in La Traviata. Only I’ll not wear stunning, jewel-encrusted ball gowns—or die of tuberculosis at the end of act 3.