Another 24 hours

Ok I can't take this excruciating patience-building crap. I wish this was the end of the weekend already so I KNOW exactly whether or not I am delusional. Am I a total deperate romantic at heart who imagines things to be what they are not WAY out of proportion? Or am I right on the nail with my "woman's intuition" and I am definately, no how, not in the least, crazy???????? Huh?????? HUh???? HUH???????

I can't believe the hours go by so fast when you don't have an agenda for the day. My agenda for the day was to watch my favourite shows on television and work on my script. It just so happened that I watched tv for the entire day and my brain has turned into electrocuted mush. An I didn't even touch my script. Am I ever going to finsh by the deadline? I guess I'm having what you call a writer's block.

So, I decided I think last last night that I wasn't even going to look at my cellphone. But last night, I was out shopping with a friend, and my phone vibrated in my hand!!!!! Omigoodness, my heart just about stopped pumping and I was gonna dance my Annie dance with the last ounce of energy I had.....IF my call waiting service was giving me the biggest blessing it could possibly give.

But of course, my worried parents were calling just to check up on me. But that's fine. Because too soon means too desperate, right?

So a friend of mine wants to go to a club tomorrow night to celebrate a guy's birthday. Normally I would have felt this intoxicating rush to want to go too. Not the case this time. I feel like the scene is boring me. It doesn't have anything substantial to offer me.

What, I spend about 20 bucks on cab fees. Spend roughly 15 bucks on drinks. Spend 20 bucks on this mac foundation that I actually desperately need as my face has decided to break out on me. And, I need a new top. Now that I think about it, I need some nice shoes. This is not going to work out. I think I am going to choose my script over going out to a club.

Insane? Maybe. But I don't understand the big deal, emphasis placed on Friday nights. I mean geez, am I a sociopath or something? Something I don't understand? I know that Friday represents the weekend but it's not a freakin crime to want to stay in sometimes!

Please let tomorrow be the day.