Submitted by megan on Tue, 03/18/2008 - 22:06
Alright, Tuesday night, you've called my bluff.
Sure, I talked a good game - "Oh yeah, after work and yoga and more work and giving a workshop at venus envy, I'll just dash home, slurp up a bit of soup and head back out to babylon for the Xiu Xiu show. I'll totally have enough energy, even after only getting 5 hours sleep. Totally." - talked it all day.
And I think I had you fooled, at least a while. But you knew, didn't you, you knew as soon as I put my hand on the door to my apartment. The look on my face said it all. You hold the cards: warmth, solitude, a warm bed, the little death.