I'm in a funk today. This weekend seemed like a colossal waste of time and I feel none the better for having two days off.
My company party was okay. I put on the fugly dress and went and did the obligatory networking. It was so unfun that I ended up leaving shortly after the dinner. Long before the dancing started. Something about the whole affair was so overblown and stuffy. Not my style at all. Just a bunch of old people pretending to have fun.
Yesterday I felt like the only reason I got out of bed was to do laundry. No fun with Bill, in fact he was the biggest downer of the day. I hope this isn't how the rest of my weekends go the rest of my life with him. I'm going to have to start snorting ajax or something if that's the case.
I miss having fun. I need fun.
