Damn You Little Friday...

LITTLE FRIDAY: The anticipated growlings for Real Friday where upon the person feels the imminent need to divulge on partying on a Thursday whilst fully knowing they must rise the next day and attend work.

I feel like poo today.

Last night a few of us got together & went out for dinner for friends' birthdays this week. I decided I wanted to eat at home and so instead, I sat there and indulged in glass of red wine after glass of red wine.... Now I feel like poo. Then after settling our bill, a few people decided that yes, they should go home. Not me. Sip by Sip & I decided that we should definately not let Little Friday end so off to Republic we went... it was dead. So off to the Roxy we went and you know what? I'm old and I feel like poo.

I remember going to the Roxy waaaay back when I was 17 and under age thinking that the place was full of old people and was not for me. Since then I've not only become said old people but rather have passed them and am now one of those cougars you laugh at when you see them in the bar..... At least that is how I perceived it.

In my head I'm not old but rather still an immature brat that fights to get her own way at all costs. For crying out loud I still think it's a good idea to go out on Little Friday!

I also received an email yesterday from someone who wants to catch up with me in person rather then in emails. She has been trying to follow this blog to see what I've been up to, but with the exception of a couple of entries haven't written anything to telling.

Let me catch you up to speed since Thanksgiving.

I went up to the Loops for one night only which included Tubbin' fun & getting to know friends & family better (4 hours in a car with a stranger leaves you knowing a person a lot better!) Came home to go to a 30th birthday party but was tired & bailed early. Went to gobble dinner the next night, felt sick and bailed early (I'm sensing a trend)

The for the next week I sat there. Worked at home. Sat There. Worked out. Sat There. Sat There... and then Sat There some more.

It's about here where I started creating things in my head to be hysterical about. Then I worked a little more and *BAM* it was friday.

Went out with friends but was tired so I bailed early (This is now two times where I needed to go home before my Co-Captain Friend and seeing as I'm coined "the party girl" whilst he isn't makes me want to hang my head in shame).

Then there was a wedding which I too had to bail from as I was tired (in my defense, it was 2 am and I wanted to not be in pain during kickboxing)

About Tuesday I got tired of all that sitting there, managed to scream at everyone I do see or talk to as the hysteria in my head has reached epic proportions... Finally decided to go out with friends which brings us to Little Friday and it's ever impending pain in my head. I'm looking into getting a hobby.

I thought last night would have been the first dreamless night I've had all week but alas early in the morning I was awakened with the sad feeling of Shaloa snogging my ex (in my dream we were together) and once confronted she scoffed in my face declaring "you were NEVER together... I know all about you two" implying that he told her all our love secrets. I let her know on MSN about my dream & she promises she'll never snog a man named Pylon.... See, THAT's a friend!!!

I'm back to the big plans of sitting there again tonight but that's mostly becuase it is self induced & as noted: I feel like poo.