#oneaday Day 602: Tired

I'm really tired. It is 1am, so that's partly understandable, but part of it stems from the fact that I had the first alcoholic drinks I've had for… probably several years this evening. Andie had some friends over for a barbecue, so I thought I'd indulge and have a couple. All it seems to have achieved, though, is making me tired and a bit depressed, so I'm not in any great hurry to guzzle down the leftovers.

It's strange how your attitude changes towards things like this over the years. At university, I drank a lot because it was the thing to do, and because it (usually) ended up creating funny stories in one way or another.

My favourite is still the time my friend went running off at high (drunken) speed ahead of me and disappeared completely… then ten minutes later I got a call from his phone. I answered. It was not my friend's voice.

"Can you come and pick your friend up?" the girl on the other end of the phone asked, slightly slurring herself, too. "We're in the Charcoal Grill. We found him in a bush."

Completely unsurprised to hear that the reason I couldn't find my friend was because he'd leapt into a bush outside Safeway and then couldn't get back up again without assistance, I agreed to go and pick him up. I was going to get a chicken burger for the walk home from the Charcoal Grill anyway.

These days, though, I have no desire to have an evening like that. I've got better things to do — and perhaps more importantly, better things to spend my money on. We all must have spent an obscene amount of money on alcohol at university, and that was twenty years ago. It must be even worse now.

Anyway, yeah. No more drinking for me, I think. Sorry this isn't more of a misspelled mess of a drunken blog post, but 1) I don't feel drunk and 2) I'm just melancholy and tired more than anything else.

Off to bed, then. Videos to make tomorrow, and I'd like to be at least vaguely awake to do all that! Hope your Saturday has been pleasant.