It’s not even 9:30 on a Friday night and I’m so tired that I’m legitimately thinking about going to bed. Damn, I’m old. I miss the good old days when we wouldn’t even leave the house before 10 on a Friday night because the bar was too dead to be worth our while earlier than that. Aah, college.
My month of vacation is not off to what you’d call an auspicious start. Or maybe I’m just gonna sleep for the whole month. That actually wouldn’t suck.