Friday is good like drugs

Confession: Most Fridays I stay home.

Admitting it is the first step, I feel. Is that very lame, being young and single and still staying in? I guess it would be different if it were not by choice, but honestly I enjoy doing it. I usually feel kind of beat-down from the work week, especially if I have been meeting people in the evenings. Also I am trying to save money for grad school, which starts next summer. But mostly I just really like my alone time, maybe because I am an only child and good at entertaining myself. It's also possible that I am just a budding hermit, but this is okay too.

I have a routine, anyway. After work, I go to this class at the gym that is so vigorous, it brings me to the brink of death, and then I reward myself with takeout from the Indian place near my apartment. Indian curries are one of my favoritest foods evah! Plus they remind me of when I lived in London after college, which was totally the best year of my life. Then I go home and just hang out and read or watch a movie, or go out for a walk, or watch "What Not to Wear," which, oddly, plays on Friday nights. And yet it is so good.

That's pretty much my entire tragic-spinster Friday night. I love it so much. But it is dangerously good, like heroin (as I have gleaned from various movies, ex. Trainspotting), and I am starting to build up a tolerance and a desire for more, as evidenced by last night, when I pretended it was Friday and did aerobics and got the Indian takeout. The restaurant guys were surprised to see me, I think. They know my schedule. I might be partially responsible for keeping them in business.