Well, this evening I am the one on the right. Uh oh. Watch out, world.
So I’m sitting in on a Saturday night, and I feel like the world’s biggest bore. All of my friends are gone to the pub, but due to a combination of tiredness and a not-so-great mood, I couldn’t bring myself to go. I know I wouldn’t be any fun; I don’t have the energy for pretending to have a good time while watching people drink the wine I’d like to drink. I’m feeling a bit blah, so a pub is the worst place for me. My boyfriend is annoyed at me because I bailed out. I don’t even care. I’m fed up with everything. This whole sobriety thing is exhausting. Or maybe I’m just using it as an excuse for my bad mood. I’m gonna drink herbal tea and watch crappy telly ’til I fall asleep and hope that I wake up feeling better tomorrow.
Oh and PS: contemplating watching something called ‘Extreme Couponing’. Oh dear.