July 29th, 2005
“snif…you stink!”
Really, the worst part about going out and having a good time is coming home reeking of smoke. It wasn’t even that smoky in the bar.
The other worst part is coming home to an empty house, since Mr. Angst is off to see a baseball game this weekend. I did happy-hour-plus with folk from work, and had a terrific time. There are people I work with that I am just getting to know but, oh, yeah, I’m leaving next week.
It always happens that way.
comments
I’m so jealous that you’re getting some time alone. Halfway into a month of sharing my apartment with my parents, I’m needing some alone time!