I always have such big plans for Friday nights. Usually while I’m at work during the afternoon, I’ll proclaim to myself that when I get home I will walk the dog, go to yoga, treat myself to a good dinner, maybe meet up with friends for cocktails, and get to bed at a decent hour.
Instead I normally do what I did tonight which is come home completely exhausted, walk the dog for a lot shorter time than she actually deserves, order in Chinese or rummage for cheese and crackers in my barren fridge, and stay up way too late yammering with JD on FaceTime before eventually working late into the night on various web projects.
I’ll probably go to bed around 4am after sipping kombucha all night and kick my own ass for getting up too late for the “gentle” yoga class tomorrow morning.
I’m a glamorous bitch. What can I say?