B-bread

Saturday night. I'm staying in in in. I went out last night and stayed up until 7 a.m. and had to nurse myself back to reality today with Pedialite, a Moe's burrito, and some serious naps. Tonight I'm making banana bread and some thai food to eat during the week. I can't believe I used to party like this a lot more, it's very tiring, mentally and physically. Whereas the past few months I've been singing the praises of being single, today I feel particularly not into it.

One reason is that I don't like being oogled and hit on by men. I don't like when people I don't know buy me drinks and try to talk to me. Another reason is that one of my best friends got engaged last night and asked me to be the maid of honor. This is exciting, but is the most glaring of reminders that I'm single. My booty call wants me to go to the clubs in Atlanta with him at the end of the month. How did I get myself in this? It's kind of unreal.

12 days until the end of the quarter, then three weeks off. Do I go to New York? Where is my life coach?