When Friday Comes Around...

Hello dear reader! Here we are again. Friday.

I suppose you're all on pins and needles waiting to find out what exciting adventures I'm off to this weekend. I won't keep you waiting any longer.

This evening after work I shall go home. I'm considering buying rather than making dinner. I also would like to see if there are any episodes of this season's Burn Notice that I can catch up on (God bless the interweb).

There's a sink-full of dirty dishes waiting for me (yeah, yeah...I know, but that's just how it goes sometimes) which means at some point, I'll be emptying the dishwasher of the clean, loading it up with the dirty and hand-washing the big items. Exciting, no?

Tomorrow, I was to have a date, but I don't think that's happening now. Unsurprisingly, I'm not all that upset at the notion. Apparently I got into an argument (I had to be told after the fact as I thought I was partaking in a lively, respectful discussion) and it turns out I was "... insensitive and callous..." as well as being told I was " rude to [her] and...extremely sarcastic,...with an attitude of superiority".

Now I ask you, dear reader, does that sound anything like me? (rhetorical)

C'est la vie

So, in lieu of going out to a bar, paying a cover charge and seeing a local band I don't care much about one way or the other while spending altogether too much on drinks, I think I'm going to treat myself to a very self-indulgent Saturday. I shall sleep until I no longer feel like sleeping (expect me to be up around 10:00 or 11:00), I will eat things that are bad for me and play on the internet.

Sunday...erm...I dunno. Suggestions?

In other news, Adam celebrated his 22nd birthday yesterday. Gosh I'm old.