Friday night…bordeom
When did friday nights become boring for me? It used to be about the hanging out, spending time with the friends while raising hell (ok, we’re good kids, so it’s really more like purgatory). These days I find myself wanting to be at home by at least 9:00pm.
Take today for example, I’m home by 8:30pm and I’m couch surfing, catching up on the TiVo’ed shows. The only thing semi-exciting thing worth mentioning was Java having a nightmare (while he slept on the floor), waking himself up and coming to snuggle with me while I watched TV.
Bordeom, to me, has a similar effect to drugs (not that I’ve ever taken drugs mind you…Hi mom!). My mind starts wandering…
Do you ever get those moments when you feel that you might be old enough to sportin’ a cane? Then you realize that you really shouldn’t because there might be an old person who is in the process of falling down some stairs because you stole their cane? Then you figure out that there probably isn’t a shortage of walking canes so you decide to just kick a bunny rabbit for amusement instead? Yea, I thought so.
12:06 am
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After a hectic week of work, late night meetings and seminars, I locked myself in the apartment at 7pm and before I knew it I slept 12 hours. Which is a record for me since I get only 3-5 hours of sleep per day. :p If you’ll sporting a cane, I think I need a nanny to cook me dinner and tuck me to bed.
Your getting old.