What else does a writer do while waiting in a parking lot for someone? At least I think I am waiting for someone - maybe I am living a 21st century 'Waiting for Godot'. - solitary because individualism has reached its zenith (or nadir, depending whether you are a half full or half empty type) in this millennium. (sorry for the speed bump in the middle of that previous sentence - a nasty habit I cannot break!).
Anyway, back to Facebook now!