Friday Night

Last night I slept around 10 hours, which is fairly unusual for me. I might be sleep deprived. I spent the morning Googling carbon monoxide poisoning symptoms, diabetes, and fatigue. I think I'm just tired.

I forced myself to run since I've already skipped two workouts this week, and had to run in the rain. It was far more exhausting than it should've been. I came home and napped a little. Ate a couple times, and took a hot bath. Maybe napped some more.

Now that it's evening and I've already had a glass of wine, I thought, maybe I should do something fun tonight. I thought about my options. I could call up one of my significantly younger friends from school and not last more than an hour or so before having to call it a night. I could call up my other friend, who has a kid and a family, who are all great. But let's face it- when you're single and childless, it's not always fun to hang out with married people with kids.

I opened up my book "Midlatitude Synoptic Meteorology" and my eyes skimmed the page. This was definitely not happening. I should clean my bathroom finally. Nooooo.

Pizza sounds nice. Even though I just ate dinner. Too bad I already finished off the chips and salsa I had in the house.

I ate a few chocolate truffles and poured another glass of wine. I texted Jen. I told her another reason I couldn't go out was because I'd have to get out of my sweats, which is not going to happen.

Soo...I've got some coloring books....origami? A puzzle? All those things feel like too much effort. I'm hoping by tomorrow this malaise has let up enough for me to be productive.