July 2, 2011, 6:55 PM
The bedroom, after the most exhausting Saturday ever.
So last night Susan wanted to go out. Bad. “It’s a Friday, it’s a Friday.” All I wanted to do was get a glass of wine and go sit somewhere, but no: we were going to DÉJÀ VU. I told Germane and she agreed to come with us. I was so tired I couldn’t even talk to anyone. Not that I wanted to though. To be honest I’ve never felt less into trying to talk to guys. I’m not really sure why, but I have absolutely no interest in being all flirty. I’m really over it.