Last night was spent indoors. The quiet santuary of cotton jersey sheets and feather pillow overpowered my will. Sometimes the loud calls from the 20-somethings caravaning to a new night of debauchery just isn't enough to rouse me. Sometimes I need time away. Sometimes I just want a burrito from Chipotle and a L Word marathon.
Hibernation was my plan last night. A goal I expect to repeat again tonight. Downtown has become predictable to me. Go out, meet up with friends, watch drama between said friends unfold, get hit on by the same 3 girls, drink one too many red bull and vodkas, dance to songs 3 years too old to still be played in bars and finally go home spinning and horny but too tired to do anything about it. All this only to wake up hung over and drag myself to work for 9 hours while I complain about my state of health.
A few days off is needed from all things. So time spent at home is my time away. I miss you downtown, but not nearly enough to warrant emergence from my warm peaceful bed.
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