So. Tired.

I had planned on going out tonight. Really, I did. I had planned with my coworkers to go to a wine bar in downtown Chapel Hill, and was told by the person suggesting the location that we would be going "late."

I had forgotten what "late" meant. When you're in college, "late" means you leave your house at 10 p.m.

When you grow up and work a 9 to 5 it means "out after dark."

Here it is, 10:35 and I'm still at home. My female coworker was asleep at 9:30 when I called her to confirm, so she's out. I'm sitting here with crusty contact lenses and drooping eyelids, myself. At this point I really don't want to go, and it's not really too late to back out, but I don't want to be seen as indecisive about this.

For Pete's sake, who am I kidding? I get up at a few ticks to 6 a.m. every morning and am fast asleep by 11:15. Of course I'm tired.

Oops, there's the phone. Gotta leave now

Posted by Tiffany at April 22, 2005 10:40 PM