Sober weekend

For reasons beyond my control, I had to remain sober this weekend. Not one drink, not even my personal favorite "Krissy and Me wine night." At first I thought that this would be good, I'd be able to wake up early, I wouldn't waste the day being hungover, I'd save money, and I'd get a lot of work done. That was the sober plan. It was foolproof.

Well, imagine my shock as I sit here on Sunday, having woken up past 11 each day, spending more money than usual, getting absolutely nothing done, and just being overall lazy. I would say that this has been my laziest weekend yet, and I didn't even get a weird bruise or a good story out of it.

In fact, the only two things I have accomplished this weekend have been some blogging (god, how gay does that sound) and washing my clothes in the bathtub (washer is broken). I actually didn't even leave the house yesterday, and I'm debating whether or not I should leave it today. I'm actually socially devolving.

Moral of the story, until you have kids, you should probably go out on the weekends, you'll get way more done and be happier.