As you know, I am just not very exciting on Friday's.
And this Friday? Well, it is no exception.
I am home. Alone. Well, not entirely alone. There are the 2 dogs and the cat.
I ran/walked 4.25 miles and burned 475 calories (or so my treadmill tells me).
I watched 3 episodes of 24 (Kiefer Sutherland is my number 1 on the list of celebrities I would sleep with. I love him. Accept it).
I've watched countless basketball games and my bracket is fairing decently.
But the point is. I am home. I am not out.
I am boring.
A part of me wishes I were out. Or rather wishes I had a desire to be out.
But the truth is the idea of being out in a bar around here...makes me want to rip my skin off. I'm supposed to go out tomorrow with my best friend.
But really? I don't want to leave my house and go.
Because I am boring.