Saturday

Great!
Saturday evening means to me as much as:
"Watching a movie on TV while eating some crisps and drinking some beer."
(Note: Where I live, beer is legal at the age of 16+.)
It was Saturday, yesterday:
So, we had dinner.
After dinner, I went to my friend to tell him about my new blog.
At 20:30 I was home again.
I sat on the sofa looking up the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Read about Ford, Arthur, and a lot of other guys again.
As relaxed as I was, I totally forgot about Saturday eve.
So I put my book aside, turn on the TV.
Look up Teletext for news (would have been my first news in weeks).
Then... suddenly!
Nothing happened.
Still nothing happened.
I thought: "Why does nothing happen?" because I was out of my concentration.
I should be out of my concentration for SOME reason, but appearently there was none.
Then my dad came in, carrying a bottle of beer and some crisps.
Never thought I would forget something like that.
Something as vitally important to my mental condition as a few hours of the Lord of the Rings or something similar every week?
Nah, impossible.
But is impossible so impossible as it seems?
I think we are just using the wrong word 99% of the time.
Is that random or not?
So, then I had my Saturday eve's beer, crisps, movie...
And we all lived happily ever after.