Yesterday I realized that I've slowly stopped doing things that I used to. Which is ok, because I'm talking about staying up all night, drinking, spending money on drinking, and wasting my time talking to strangers who I really don't give a crap about, but they happen to be sitting at my table.
Well, last night I decided that instead of being the 'responsible one'-- which is a title that just should never describe me, I would join in and have a few cocktails. So of course now I'm irritated because even though I got to play stupid trivia games and stay up all night (530), I still am a rational being, woke up at 930, and took a shower. My fiancee was nice, got up and made me coffee and breakfast while the friend we brought home for safe keeping stayed passed out on the couch. I was convinced to lie around on the bed and watch tv for a few hours, when J fell asleep again. I watched FREAKY FRIDAY, a wierd moment of enjoying Nickelodeon (at least I think it was Nick). But it's 230 now. They are asleep. I can't work because there are snoring people in my mental space! ARGHHHHH!!!
Why can't we have that one night of 'reclaiming our youth' but then blend it in with the rational present! I'm not wierd for working on saturday. I'm not. So why do I keep telling myself that I am-- since i'm the only one awake to think so?
I'm just all itchy crawly in my own skin. And I'm bummed that I stayed awake till 530.
Even running the kitchen disposal won't wake them up! I'm going to leave, I think.
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