tristane

Sunday. Was out yesterday with the guys from the village. Six beers, and I was drunk when I woke up this morning. Didn't do anything stupid though, and had a pretty nice conversation with Jabber when we got back to the village. He is short and sweet and, alas, too young for me. Did feel like making out with somebody yesterday, but thankfully I didn't do anything stupid.

I should go work out today, but most likely I won't. It is already half past one, I still haven't eaten anything, and tv is full of Sunday reruns of semi entertaining shows like Top Model and Hell's Kitchen.

In other words, it's just another manic Sunday.



I miss Ace though. Or not so much him, as our usual Sunday travel conversations. They make a nice break from the week. And I like having a friend for a short while.