I did not want to go out last night. In fact, last night I was comfortably ensconced on the couch, unwashed and reading the newspaper with a book close at hand. Then Jason came by. Damn him for having a key.
We're going out!
I'm not going out.
Yes you are.
No I am not. I don't want to.
Come on! We're going out. Put on your kilt.
My kilt isn't clean.
It doesn't matter, it'll be dark.
I don't want to.
I can't go to the Noc Noc by myself.
I don't want to go out.
Jason is persistent though. Finally just to end the conversation I agreed to go out. Had to shower for it. And I did wear the Utilikilt™. Felt out of sorts the whole night, though it wasn't an unenjoyable evening. Got to talk to Mike's wife Kym for a bit, which I've never done. As well as Amie and Elana. Nice people all.
Was hoping to see Kelly kick the skanky trou-dropping girl's ass. Don't get me wrong. I was glad to see the nudity, because she wasn't wholly unattractive and I am a dirty old man. Wouldn't take her home, but have no problem with looking. And even less problem with watching her get her ass kicked for disregarding Kelly's instruction to get her pants back on. Sadly, it was not to happen. The ass-kicking that is. She did comply even though her friend was a bit belligerent about it.
So now I am home. I got some sleep. Probably need more in an hour. Feeling alone though. But I don't wanna go have breakfast with Sloane like my plan was to do. Just seems like too much effort.
Yeah, it appears to be a nesting phase.