Ahhhh, alone time. I have been really craving it lately and have been taking advantage of it whenever I can. Tonight I was supposed to go to a creative writing club meeting on campus. But as the day wore on and I grew progressively more tired and it became more rainy outside, I knew that I just had to go home and flop down on the couch.
And so I did. Roy went to his Aikido class, so I changed into comfy clothes, curled up on the couch under a huge blanket, ate chips and salsa, and watched The Devil Wears Prada.
Thursday is the new Friday, as I am almost always exhausted by Thursday evening. It's been a simple night, but much needed.