Friday Night Plight

Hey all!

It's still Friday night! And I am still home like an old lump of lard.

Pat asked what I am doing.  I responded that I am drinking and pretending to be interesting.  I say pretending, because as we all know this blog really adds up to a bunch of nonsense that no one wants to read.

I am not your typical beer drinker.  I'm more of a hard cider and sangria drinker.  This summer I discovered this brand: Leinenkugel's.  I bought the multipack and am currently enjoying a Lemon Berry Shandy.
It's sweet and mild and tasty.  

I painted my nails.  Not sure why.  They look nice.  But for who?  I pretty much don't give a crap.

Master Chef Junior is on.  Boy do these kids make me feel like a stupid, lazy unaccomplished idiot.  I tried to make a Kayem hot dog and barely managed to get that cooked all the way through.  SAD.

So like I said, I am sitting at home on a Friday night, drinking alone in my bedroom.  It's so childish, but I just get so lonely and down.  A lot of people stay in on a Friday night, yet they don't totally break down emotionally over it.  

Oh well, "FUCK IT" is my answer to everything.

I refuse to watch Sleepy Hollow on tv.  Maybe I will watch The Secret Garden again...

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