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offbalanceAnd why the fuck is it so catchy??
you're toxic I'm slippin under...
gaaaah.
Had dinner at Cowgirl last night with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quasisonic and Theresa. Company was fine, margaritas were a bit much, and the food's gone a bit downhill since last time I went. *sigh* Still, I felt like I got hit by a bus by the time I got home, and still am incredibly tired. Granted, the Conspiracy Against Sharon Sleeping has been out in full force this week, but it's really starting to catch up with me.
That plus the fact that my checking account is going to be a little anemic after I give Michelle the check I owe her for the hotel for the trip (must.email.her.already) are all reasons driving me indoors and away from all things social and fun. At least for once my lack of desire to go out has coincided with drastic cuts in the going out budget. (or at least going out at the same level that I'm used to). I dunno. Maybe going home tonight and getting a good long night's sleep will help in some way.
Blah. Anyway, Black Saturday is approaching rapidly and I haven't gone about making any sort of plans, or inviting any other singletons (no couples allowed!!!) out for a night of drinking somewhere. My ideal place would have "Happy Loving Couples (ain't no friends of mine)" by Joe Jackson and "Love will tear us apart" by Joy Division (not to mention ample Tom Waits) on the jukebox, but I'd settle for decently priced drinks and good, snarky company. If I go out at all, that is. Hell, a midnight showing of Donnie Darko would even be cool - if I don't decide to stay in and watch Resevoir Dogs and Summer of Sam, that is.
ungh. Back to work. I thought I had something interesting to say besides all this, but apparently I don't.
::falls down::
you're toxic I'm slippin under...
gaaaah.
Had dinner at Cowgirl last night with
quasisonic and Theresa. Company was fine, margaritas were a bit much, and the food's gone a bit downhill since last time I went. *sigh* Still, I felt like I got hit by a bus by the time I got home, and still am incredibly tired. Granted, the Conspiracy Against Sharon Sleeping has been out in full force this week, but it's really starting to catch up with me. That plus the fact that my checking account is going to be a little anemic after I give Michelle the check I owe her for the hotel for the trip (must.email.her.already) are all reasons driving me indoors and away from all things social and fun. At least for once my lack of desire to go out has coincided with drastic cuts in the going out budget. (or at least going out at the same level that I'm used to). I dunno. Maybe going home tonight and getting a good long night's sleep will help in some way.
Blah. Anyway, Black Saturday is approaching rapidly and I haven't gone about making any sort of plans, or inviting any other singletons (no couples allowed!!!) out for a night of drinking somewhere. My ideal place would have "Happy Loving Couples (ain't no friends of mine)" by Joe Jackson and "Love will tear us apart" by Joy Division (not to mention ample Tom Waits) on the jukebox, but I'd settle for decently priced drinks and good, snarky company. If I go out at all, that is. Hell, a midnight showing of Donnie Darko would even be cool - if I don't decide to stay in and watch Resevoir Dogs and Summer of Sam, that is.
ungh. Back to work. I thought I had something interesting to say besides all this, but apparently I don't.
::falls down::
