A Nice, Quiet Evening

What a weird Friday night. I hardly slept last night, because I was finishing a take home midterm for my 8am class this morning, so I took a nap this afternoon. I meant it to be about an hour- even set an alarm. FIVE, count them, five hours later I woke up. I must have been seriously sleep deprived. Wow. It felt good, but now its 2am and I'm wide awake.

Anyway, my nap/sleep all day made for a pretty quiet evening. I hung with my roommate and a couple other people who came over a bit, watched a little Olympics (can I just say, I LOVE Evan Lysachek, even if his masculinity is "meticulously cultivated"), and took a bath. It sounds like a quiet evening, but I actually really enjoyed it. Sometimes NOT going out on a Friday night is kind of nice. There is a tendency towards feeling a bit lonely, but really, it feels good to just chill; to do what I want to do, without worrying too much about what other people are thinking about it.

Now I'm writing a blog post, reading a crappy LDS novel, and knitting. It sounds like something a depressed person does, but the more I do these relaxing things I like, the more I realize its really not depressing, but enjoyable. This is not to say I want to sit around all the time with no direction or purpose, but once in a while its really nice. Go try it sometime.