Oh blogosphere, what is happening to me?! My days off have taken a sharp downward turn from debating and songwriting, to hanging around some man who, for rather obvious reasons, I'm not naming here.
So today is Saturday. Glorious, lovely Saturday. A day for shouting matches about political or philosophical views. A day for running free through the planes with a herd of wild ponies (herd?)... A day for ME, to rest and have fun and be productive. But no, instead I find myself teaming up with a guy to buy €15 worth of sugary sweets and listen to Led Zeppelin. The more I love this utter waste of time, the more I hate myself.
Tonight, the world and their mother are going for drinks in town. And I am not. This week, I was so foolish as to see a doctor who diagnosed me with severe insomnia and has put me on Xanax. So I can't go out at night, because I now have a bedtime. Yes, I'm all grown up now and have a bedtime again. Of course, I would typically go out almost every weekend so it is not a huge loss. Except that the aforementioned male specimen has requested I join the familiar motley crew tonight. It's killing me. I wish I could go.
And just a point of information before I go:- Xanax does not work!
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