Rainy Monday.
I want to be in bed. Snuggled up, under a warm blanket, drinking tea with a book in my silly pajamas. It's gray, it's rainy, it's cold, and I simply want to be a lazy lump.
Which is not to say that I didn't have a great weekend, of course. I had a great time on Friday night with Shaun and Jenny going to the movies and then out for drinks. Ditto on the good time Saturday night with
hilandercs and kittykatkca, wherein Kayce kicked both Craig's and my ass quite soundly at pool despite being way drunker than either of us. ("Craig, you should, like, have a horse!"). My story is that her boobs probably had something to do with it, and that's what I'm sticking with. Seriously, they're lovely people and I hope we get the chance to hang out again soon. By Sunday, I was just exhausted from keeping up with my social schedule and getting something like four hours of sleep a night, and so I begged out of afternoon stuff to stay in my pajamas until I headed to Toya's with Brooke to watch bellydance DVDs with Flissy and the Kallisti girls (and eat a truly ridiculous amount of junk food). And then I came home and totally collapsed.
As for tonight: I want to say that I'm going to be good and responsible and drill my hipwork and maybe figure out what to do during my short drum solo. And I'm sure I'll attempt it for about fifteen minutes before I give up and go make myself grilled cheese and tomato soup. It's just that kinda day, you know? Also, after recent discussions, I totally want to pick up another Laurel K. Hamilton book just to underline the horrible writing and giggle at the bad erotica. I need naptime for the soul, please send backup cuddles. :)
Which is not to say that I didn't have a great weekend, of course. I had a great time on Friday night with Shaun and Jenny going to the movies and then out for drinks. Ditto on the good time Saturday night with
hilandercs and kittykatkca, wherein Kayce kicked both Craig's and my ass quite soundly at pool despite being way drunker than either of us. ("Craig, you should, like, have a horse!"). My story is that her boobs probably had something to do with it, and that's what I'm sticking with. Seriously, they're lovely people and I hope we get the chance to hang out again soon. By Sunday, I was just exhausted from keeping up with my social schedule and getting something like four hours of sleep a night, and so I begged out of afternoon stuff to stay in my pajamas until I headed to Toya's with Brooke to watch bellydance DVDs with Flissy and the Kallisti girls (and eat a truly ridiculous amount of junk food). And then I came home and totally collapsed. As for tonight: I want to say that I'm going to be good and responsible and drill my hipwork and maybe figure out what to do during my short drum solo. And I'm sure I'll attempt it for about fifteen minutes before I give up and go make myself grilled cheese and tomato soup. It's just that kinda day, you know? Also, after recent discussions, I totally want to pick up another Laurel K. Hamilton book just to underline the horrible writing and giggle at the bad erotica. I need naptime for the soul, please send backup cuddles. :)