freakpirate

Work pretty much destroyed me this week. I'm so far gone from tired and worn out that I've crossed into some kind of parallel exhaustion dimension.

My youngest brother is moving in with his girlfriend this weekend. My roommate is out on a date. I'm spending my Friday night with my cats, a beer and H.P. Lovecraft. While this isn't the worst evening ever, I can't help feeling that I'm missing out a bit. I did have a nice drink with a girl last week but I'm not sure if that will pan out.

Back to my book.