I thought I was going to come home tonight, lay on the couch & netflix the night away but no such luck. I made dinner plans with a friend of mine last week and she called me today at work to see if I could pick up a bottle of wine on my way to her house. TONIGHT. Fuck a duck, man. I'm tired and just want to relax but I'm going to cowboy up and keep the plans I had made when I was in a much better mood. She's a nice person but I always feel like she's analyzing me whenever I speak. One might think that the solution to that problem would be to refrain from speaking, but it's only the two of us and that would make things more awkward. I say more awkward because I slept with her roommate a few times who may or not be there and she always seems to slide the topic into any and all conversations we have. It's just weird. Dude, let it go.

I have to run to the store how and pick out a bottle of wine that doesn't suck. Too bad they don't sell that fancy $4.99 Chateau Diana up here. I'd pretend I thought it was a good wine and be all "I hope this wine goes well with dinner. It's a little pricey but it's probably because it's royal wine or something, what with it having the name Diana and all. I'll untwist the cap and let it breathe for a bit."

I'll update when I get home, hopefully sometime before sunrise.

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