The extent of my exhaustion - this morning when my roomie got up for work at 9:10, I bolted up in bed and went, "Oh S***! Oh wait, it's Saturday..."
I think the tedium of yesterday was relaxing though. I find that perspectives are fun to draw, though spending half an hour in single digit weather and verging on frostbite was a most unfortunate and unwelcomed precursor. And I did some sewing yesterday, too. Fixed my friend's chair and promised to mend his coat, and in return, a backrub! Woohoo! Though I think kI ought to get at least another backrub for doing the mending for him. I kind of feel like his mother. O yes, and I discovered a whole new world of piano happiness in the form of the Music Tech Center, filled with pianos and headphones.
So I think I'm going to go to a party tonight - it's 80s night at one of my friend's frat. I figure I haven't partied since Halloween and that wasn't too bad. I'll just have to find someone to dance with, because that's the only fun of parties. It's unfathomable how people enjoy drinking. My neighbor was sitting on the toilet with her head over the trashcan for 2 hours last night because she felt horrible, and drunk people were swaying in the halls being loud at 3 am. I even asked them to be quiet, though I don't think my words penetrated that cloudy stupor of inebriation. Drinking is bad, and the worst part is that the worst drinkers are so out of it that they can't remember how terrible it is and just continue to dig a deeper grave for their livers. So yeah, I won't be drinking at the party.