Me, it never centers around a big comfy bed. I like to go to bed, and get up in the morning, sleeping in makes me groggy and grumpy.
Sometimes I really appreciate a little mindless enthusiasm in my life. Sometimes it’s a good thing to salve the dark seriousness of most days. (less these days, as I’ve said before, I’ve largely managed to work my way out of my darker depressions)
One of the problems with drinking is when everyone else gets drunk ahead of you and start behaving like nitwits, or they fall asleep. Then it can become a tad boring.
Ah, to have the strips running so close to correctly on date.
And there’s nothing like helping a drunk friend, only to have things taken the wrong way.
This is always a strange situation. Hanging out with a friend, and it’s a fine thing, and then someone else comes along and your friend starts glowing. I’m glad it’s not a usual situation, as it can feel sad (for yourself) even though you’re happy for your friend.