At 8:00 PM last night I was at my place and had to make a choice; stay in or go out?

I didn’t make the choice. I fell asleep on the couch while thinking about what to do.

I woke up two hours later and boom, no chance of going out when you wake up at 10:00 PM completely sober.

“Dude, you wrote the same thing like six months ago”

I woke up at 7:30 this morning feeling great. I just went out for coffee and the city is very calming this time of the day.

I posted this before, but how come I’m too stupid to realize that staying in on the weekend, at least one night, is awesome? Maybe FOMO?

Waking up at 9:00 not remembering how I got home and feeling shitty for the rest of the day sucks. I usually feel like a dumbass and just spend Sunday in a pool of self-pity watching Bar Rescue.

But not this Sunday. This Sunday, I watch Bar Rescue feeling great.