Rockin' New Years Eve

I get so frusterated but don't know why because I finally feel like I'm spending time with people that I am SUPPOSED to be spending time with. That I was supposed to be spending timewith all along. As my mother would say - water seeks its own level.

For New Years Eve, it would seem that I will be tra-la-la-ing along with Sara & her peeps. Her friend Dan got us tickets to the Wild v. the Ducks at 5pm ( www.wild.com ) and then we're going to Fhima's ( www.fhimas.com ) in St. Paul for a bit of whooping it up for the new year. Is it SAD that I'm all "eh!" whether I go out to bars or not on New Year? I feel like an 80 year old lady, but I'd rather pootle around the house than go out. It's really sad. I'm actually quite tired. I'm going to bed late & getting up early because I'm watching the dogs. I really want some quality SLEEP. I thought I'd be resting over the holiday & it's unfortunate that I'm not. I'm afraid that if anyone asks me to watch their dogs for TWO WEEKS while they are away again, I won't be doing it. I don't have pets or kids for a reason - I don't like to be tied down. This is an affirmative CHOICE that I've made and this is really, really cramping my style & has put a pall over my entire break. I'm a bit cranky about the whole thing. I love Julie to BITS - her and her kids - but this was asking a bit much of me. OK...perhaps more than a bit. It's a LOT.

Whoops, digressed.