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It's Saturday, I'm bored, and I'm tired.

I don't want to do anything.

My friend's band is playing tonight in Lawrence, and all I can think is "oh-it's-too-far-away-I'll-get-home-so-late-I-wanna-stay-home-waaaaaaaah".

Why not just admit that I'm a domesticated homebody? The quasi-goth girl in yoga pants has morphed into boring ol' me.

I'm old.

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