Working on the Weekend

I've been all wrapped up again, and haven't written much. I've been busy throwing paper balls at someone, because they will not tell me what I want to know, but she just glares at me.
She's having a movie night, though, I heard. Not with Munch. Hmmmm.
Oh, and she told me something else, which made me throw up in my mouth a little. Now that did involve Munch - ew.
Stabler thinks we should hang out, and I think he's right. The dude has good tatse in books, what can I say? I forgot to ask him about War for the Oaks - an excellent book, I trust he'll agree.
Other than that though, I've been hanging out on my roof, enjoying the warm spring nights, and thinking more than I should. But my mind was agreeably engaged. I've been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes and the face of a pretty woman can bestow. What's wrong with that?