These are the times
These are the times when I miss dorm life the most. It's late (well, late to my world now), and I'm not tired, a little tipsy, and wanting to chat with someone. I almost called someone who might be up, but I changed my mind.
Gaw, I'm bad at keeping up with people. Usually that doesn't bother me in the least (I enjoy being a private person). But this is the rare case when I wish I had an extended social network I could just call up.
Bah.
I just want to go and get trashed.
Or have a deep, controversial intellectual conversation.
Or get a late night dinner and coffee.
Or all three in assorted order.
Gaw, I'm bad at keeping up with people. Usually that doesn't bother me in the least (I enjoy being a private person). But this is the rare case when I wish I had an extended social network I could just call up.
Bah.
I just want to go and get trashed.
Or have a deep, controversial intellectual conversation.
Or get a late night dinner and coffee.
Or all three in assorted order.