So this was a pretty rough week at work. And last week was horrid. I was supposed to go on the pub crawl tonight.
Except I came home, ate dinner, realized I was really tired. So I took a shower hoping to re-engerize myself. It didn't work. I'm exhausted. I don't even feel like drinking. I feel bad because I really wanted to see my friend tonight who was going on the pub crawl too.
So I'm in my awesome macaron pajamas and will probably be in bed by 9pm, if not earlier.
At least Monday is a holiday and I have three days to recover.