Mar 18, 2011 23:09
I attempted to go out and be carefree this week, and it resulted in dehydration and exhaustion. It felt good going out with a gay guy on Monday. I would say there was a net benefit. I'm not so sure about going out with the coworkers. I think I do feel more comfortable around them, and taking the time to break the comfort barriers is fairly worthwhile.
Pookles fell asleep almost an hour ago. On this Friday night. This is the norm. I am adapting. I would be going out if I wasn't so exhausted. I am fairly certain I caught some bug. When I regain my strength, I will be a slutty drunk.
We get a weeklong break in about a week to go to Cabo. Not the most cultural holiday, but it is rainy and cold here and I want some fucking warmth. And what is the point of going somewhere cool if you can't have sex with the people? I wanna go to Barcelona. But it'd be lame if I couldn't fuck everyone. Hopefully I will age well, and I will still be able to do the day that Pooks can't take it anymore and breaks up with my bitch ass.
If I were single, then I wouldn't have anyone to go with on vacations.
If I were single, I wouldn't have any people to go to nice dinners with as often.
It's like I do have to convince myself why it's a good thing, because I always want what I don't have. I take things for granted, and I am self-entitled. But whatever.