Jun 14 2008
old now
I suppose we all get there. To that point where you notice that working all day + going out/socialising after working is just too much. I’ve never been particularly good at getting up at 5:30 and then partying until 5:30 the next morning, but today the lights went out at 8:30. Soft.
I guess this is just my body saying “Woah there, missy. You can’t go and have a party weekend, pass your minor, work 3 days and then party again without facing the consequences.”
Ugh. I feel like a wet rag.