But also I should mention that I have the common sense of a ten year old hopped up on adderall, faced with a skateboard and a bonfire. That's to say that after a relatively (read: hugely) mundane social life of late, I picked last night to stay out all night. "Hold up," you say, "after a Friday night, Saturday brunch, and a Saturday night dinner shift you needed a drink!" Yes, yes captain I did. I did not, however, need to go meet a group of people at a bar, nor did I need to obsessively drink beer, nor have some rum, I definitely didn't need to agree to stay out and go to a rooftop party at 2:30 am, I most certainly didn't have to buy a 40 (class comes out my pores, Secret Powder Dry or not), nor did I have to finish it. And I definitely did not need to stop at the deli and buy my boyfriend a sandwich at 5 am. I did however, have to stay at work until midnight Saturday night, and I had to be back by 11 am Sunday to work my twelve hour shift.
Suffice it to say that I should A) already be sleeping B) have probably turned down that babysitting job tomorrow morning , and C) am not looking forward to the final shift I am covering, tomorrow night.
PS: I have a Proscuitto sandwich and three artichoke ravioli to have for breakfast tomorrow. Who likes pasta in the morning?