Friday night

I am sitting in my room on a Friday night, completely alone and quite tired. The night started off promising: I began drinking rather early, and stayed fairly buzzed throughout a game of poker in which I somehow broke even. After that, however, the night started to die down as quickly as it had begun. It's my understanding that a few of the fellas went to a bar down the road notorious for not checking IDs (I have experienced this first-hand, and this is indeed true); I guess I wasn't really invited. However, I'm not sweating it. I really need some sleep.

I have a feeling that I sent a few drunken text messages tonight, some good, some bad, all (sadly) completely honest. Guess I will feel the effects of that in the morning when my phone is bombarded with texts from confused young women. So I have that to look forward to. I am going to make it a goal to get up relatively early and get my ass over to the gym (J). I went over there today, but the majority of my time was consumed with basketball, and not much else. If I am going to get the ever-growing beer gut down by the rapidly approaching April 7th date of Spring Break, I'm going to have to put my nose to the grindstone.