It’s 4:45 am and I can’t sleep. As usual, the night-owl on vacation in me has reversed night into day and I’m wide awake, and will get up at a disgusting hour tomorrow (let’s just not call it “morning”).
So I decided to take a break from following the latest Britney drama on the internet (someone needs to lock that girl up and get her some help before before it’s too late – my god y’all) and upload a bunch of pictures to my flickr account (because look! my brother got a puppy!)
As I looked through my most recent pictures I realized ummm, hmmm, it sure looks like my life lately is a party all the time (party all the time, party all the timmmme) and oh my god, it is not.
The thing is, I don’t take pictures on the nights my boy and I lie around watching CNN (no, really. we do.) or the nights I spend curled up on the couch with my laptop on my lap. And I’m certainly not taking any when I soak in the tub with a good book.
I am definitely enjoying my life right now, but I like the quiet times just as much as the party times. So I think I’ll go to bed with a good book and read, not party, until the sun comes up. And think of my next trip to Vegas.
