Bad case of Hermit-itus?
After a long trip to my Mom's house this past weekend, then having to run back to the city for an appointment, and then a few other things cropping up.... I just didn't have the brain power to make it over to Reddz's D&D game on Sunday. A whole-hearty 'boo' should come up from the crowd in the back of my head for becoming a lazy twat and just wanting to crash out and watch cartoons on Sunday night.
Last night was more of the same. It was 6 pm before I finished up work, then had to have a shower, then ran to St. B to pick up Shauna, then had to show an apartment to a new tenant, run to Superstore for foods, and then make dinner so I was not an absolute dingus or the rest of the night. And what time was it by the time I was finally able to relax? 9pm. GAH! Might was well stay home at that point.
So I wonder if I am becoming a hermit again, or if my need to stay home and relax is coming out of necessity of working so many hours. No... I want to go out and do stuff, but I think its on my own schedule that I'm wanting to do things on. I have run my life for the past few years on other people's schedules, and now with two jobs, my mind kinda snaps and says 'do things when you feel like doing them, Kory'. I think it's a bit of an old rebellious nature coming through again, seeing as how I have always been Mr. Reliable.
I think I just have to shake this funk off me a bit and start finding things to do with people during the week rather than
'hiding' at the end of my day. The only problem is not too many people want to do stuff at 9 o'clock at night.