Big Fun

This holiday week is great. I still have a bunch of deadlines to meet, but things are a little calmer than usual and there are two Mondays off. That means I can sit around the apartment in my underwear and not feel guilty about it. Yesterday I only left the house to go for a run, and I wouldn't even have done that but I'm going to Florida in a month and need to get into swimsuit condition.

My friend CJ recently called me an introvert, which offended me greatly. I see no reason why you can't stay in the house all day and still consider yourself an extrovert. With blogs, you're putting yourself out there even if you never go out there. And with my five blogs, I'm practically a gadabout.

So trying to prove CJ wrong, we met and went into the Castro. I guess it had been a while since I was there because I forgot how much it depresses me. We were only in two bars and I was bitching and moaning and aching to leave. I don't like it over there.

I still claim my extrovert status. I just don't want to spend time in bad bars.