I am so absolutely exhausted. As they say, I have been burning the candle at both ends. Working 40 hours a week. Doing things every night after work and then when the weekend rolls around I go nuts and stay out to the wee hours of the morning.
I. Have. Finally. Crashed.
It’s the fourth Saturday in a row where I’ve got a party/BBQ/clubbing expedition planned and I just don’t think I can handle it tonight. I was out last night until 5am this morning and I think that finally topped it for me. I wasn’t drinking. In fact I had half a glass of wine and didn’t feel well. My body is telling me; no more.
So tonight I have apologised to my friends that I will not be attending, my body simply can’t handle it and that I have a date with the couch, my pj’s and a bunch of Christmas movies. Yes, I’m having a nana-night-in. First up tonight; Bad Santa. Gotta love that movie.
