That I am super super excited to stay in tonight?
Every single time this past month that I planned for a quiet evening of doing nothing, something has come up. Every. Single. Time.
But saying, “I’m so happy I’m doing nothing on a Friday night” seems a bit strange.
I’m going to be on tumblr, and watching various things on netflix, and eating cupcakes, and reading some James Joyce, and turning off my phone.
That’s technically something right?
ESPECIALLY SINCE TOMMORROW NIGHT IS GOING TO BE AMAZING