what a disaster

it's the feeling you get when your plans don't go as planned.

sure i still had a good time tonight, but my original plan was - be home around 7 - gym it til about 8 then call her and speak to her til the cows come home about meaningless nothing.

hmm what did i actually do?
finish work
headed down to the roxbury bar had a few drinks
went to a korean restaurant an ex-work mate parents' owned
had more wine, walked down a couple of blocks after dinner to a colleagues apartment for a few more beers then eventually waving down a cab and staggering home at 12 midnight on a weekday.
wrote up this blog entry... i'm guessing i'll eventually fall asleep within the hour...

now i have work to look forward to tomorrow morning... not happy jan.