i went out to deep ellum with some friends saturday night and stayed at their apartment in dallas. we started the drinking around three in the afternoon and stopped around four in the morning after all the bars were closed and we got rained on while trying to remember which parking lot the car was in. it was nice; i don't really get out there too often. it isn't far, i just... don't go. his baby is turning 5 next weekend, and she's dumping him when she goes to colorado to study for the bar. maybe he'll come back here.

then last night, after i'd cleaned my own apartment for an hour and a half, the boyfriend comes in and doesn't want to stay home, so we call another friend and make last call at bennigan's before going back home and finishing off a previously full bottle of rum. the apartment isn't clean anymore.

we have plans for tonight. we're supposed to see something at the movie tavern. we're supposed pay way too much for drinks and not even get to smoke in their overpriced theater whose only real benefit is the fact that it's across the street. before we do that, i really ought to buy more beer; we finished off a case of 20 between the three of us last night.

the truth is that i don't want to go. the truth is that i am tired, and i just kind of want to sleep.