Has Saturday Night Come to THIS?

I'm spending Saturday night in writing.
I could be out having fun, but I'm not.
I could be on a cruise like someone I know, but I'm not.
I could even be writing a novel (which I gave some serious thought to today), but, as should be clear at this point, I'm not.

I'm trying my best to keep fighting through the quicksand otherwise known as Chapter Two. I don't feel conversational; I don't feel any affinity to the English language at all at the moment so this will be all for now....

Saturday Evening's Output: a pitiful 3 pages
Guess I'll be working on Sunday again....