"Describe situation here." says the prompt.

Well, it's 8:26 on a Saturday night and I'm faced with the prospect of an unplanned and uneventful Saturday night. We're not in the mood to do anything, but we're not in the mood to do nothing. We don't want to go anywhere, but we can't stay here.

There's a nearly-full bottle of ginger ale in the fridge. That's a start, I guess.