i think i’ve gone overboard lately with having fun. honestly, i may have overdosed on it in the last month and a half. with weekend trips, beach days, all the great stuff i’ve been up to lately, i kind of want to sit at home for a week and be really boring. is that a bad thing?

this is because even when i have a ‘down’ weekend or week, i end up going out for drinks this night, tagging along to a dinner or lunch or party that night, and then there i am another week gone by and i’m still exhausted. how retarded is it to be tired of having fun? but i think i just have a hard time saying no to things, because there’s a voice inside me somewhere that always chimes in with a friendly, ‘you’d rather sit at home by yourself? exactly how lame are you?’

it might be partly because work is crazy right now, and i’m trying really hard to be great at what i do. however i’m not always sure if any failures to be great are specifically because of things i did or didn’t do, or just because there is only so much i can do and things are only ending up as great as circumstances allow. professional pressure may then, as it turns out, be requiring a little higher percentage of my daily energy allowance normally reserved for having a kickass time.

so how about it september? if i get through the rough waters of all this blasted ‘enjoyment’, you wanna hunker down and do some serious seclusion? what’s that? college football starts labor day weekend? shit, you’re right.