This seems to be a popular question these days when meeting new people. Strange. I would be in favor of switching this to "Saturday nights," but no one consulted me before popularizing the trend.
So, in answer, I have to say I'm always quite tired on Friday nights. So, naturally, that means I like to go home, walk my dog, and then run 10 miles. I mean, I can still go to bed by 10 and excuse it since I exercised. *This is how my brain works.
Occasionally, I buy tickets to random events and convince friends to join me. That's been a growing trend. I used to fall asleep while watching the Soup, as Sarah might remember. It was a ritual. And even while snoozing, I usually chuckled at the right times, I'm told.
But tonight, I was convinced I was going to run. What a good habit to bring back. Then, I got a wave of "ugh," and I just wanted to go home and watch a movie. But in realizing that 'current plan' would involve reliving this week, I had the sudden urge to start crying. And I'm not a crier. (I'm not even a Cryer, as in Jon's sister.) And my week wasn't really worth crying over. I actually found it pretty funny. Maybe even downright hysterical.
Still. I have this fear that I'm about to go to Blockbuster and start balling over some ridiculous movie case that portrays a woman seeking love. She probably has a "considering my options" smirk on her face and a guy looking at the camera with crossed arms with a "what are you gonna do, can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em" face. Ugh. I cannot be subjected to this drivel.
Maybe I should go the other way and go into a screening of Titanic (a movie I hate) where crying is mandatory. Hmm.
Or maybe I should go home and read a book instead. Preferably not the one above-described movie was based on.
I'm going to fall asleep in ten minutes.