French Masters. Almost Famous. Java Dave's. Fearful rewrites. Posting stories. Getting dressed.

Those could have been the keywords for my weekend, but sitting on the sofa in my comfy new pj's first thing Saturday morning, watching Batman Beyond with my smelly, dirty little poodle sprawled contentedly on his back beside me, with nothing to wear because I haven't done laundry in almost a month, the former set suddenly seemed much more appealing.

I'm such a homebody. I have all of these romantic little notions about going to art shows and frequenting little cafe's where I'll do all of my best writing, and going to live music venues to check out the local music scene, but aside from an almost weekly visit to the movies and the occasional live theater attendance, I don't get out much.

I'd blame it on the fact that I live at least 40 minutes away from all of the cool stuff I want to do, but even when I lived 5 minutes away from it all, I didn't do any of it. Despite my best intentions at being cultured, when I wake up on a crisp, clear Saturday morning, with the whole day ahead of me, the thought of having to put on makeup and fix my hair and pick out a nice outfit and leave the house suddenly doesn't sound like nearly as nice a day as pulling on some sweats, watching Xena and sorting my comic book collection.

Okay, so I'm a homebody and a geek; but that doesn't change the fact that Xena rocks.