I dragged myself through two weekends-full of social events that -- while on some level fun -- were too big for me to feel comfortable with, with the promise of something sized more to my taste for the third weekend.
And the third weekend arrived, and guess what? I'm sick. I stayed home and watched TV and went to bed early.
No fucking fair.
And the third weekend arrived, and guess what? I'm sick. I stayed home and watched TV and went to bed early.
No fucking fair.