life choices

ah, for the sunny days of yore. the days when i could stay out until two in the morning, watching horrifying people dance on a wet, cold stage in their underwear and then lay around in bed the next morning as long as i wanted. sadly, those days are over, and today i'm at work, a shitty, hungover wreck.

i should just know better than to go out on sunday night. we tell each other the same thing every time we go out on a schoolnight: we'll just watch the contest, drink a couple of beers, and then leave. of course it never turns out that way. somehow, before i know it, they're turning on the glaring lights and the bartender who was my best friend (or tried to be) ten minutes ago is screaming at me and kicking me out of the bar.

it's been a long, liver-pickling weekend. it's strange that i actually sleep more during the week.