Yawn

Is it a sign of getting older that you go to a christmas dinner with your co-workers, go home at 10 PM and look forward to surfing the wide web (that you've only gotten to enjoy for three days the last 35 days) and when you sit down, you instantly almost fall into a coma. Squinting, sinking down lower and lower in your chair, feel the clicky finger getting less and less agile. Reading posts with sentences longer than two rows almost makes you start dreaming. It's 10.30 and I'm ready for bed. I can't even imagine going out and even less getting drunk or tipsy somewhere.

Also, bf really likes when I look proper and, well, older. Not older-older, but like.. grown up-fancy. In my knitted, mid thigh long, sleeved christmas dress, he thought I should stay home instead of going out. To.. look at me? Well, it's all up to the future to see if he really likes totally grown up women, or not.

I really should write the sequal about the house, but I'm too tired right now. Bf's bringing me red bull and cake, that ought to cheer me up. Put a little sugar in it, so to speak. Probably will be in bed before midnight inspite of his efforts (and he's only helping me to stay awake because we're working the graveyard shift soon). Man I'm lame.

No wait, I take that back. This has to be some kind of middle-youngster aged crisis that my body is going through, because hell, those middle aged men and women at work are SO MUCH TOUGHER than me. Seriously, I could never keep up with those people. Partying until 9 AM and being all kinds of crazy. I get tired from even thinking about it. Ooh, cake!