Staying In On a Friday Night

It's Friday night. I’m headed the opposite way of traffic, to a quiet apartment complex, and an empty gym. As always, it has been a long work week (that is not a complaint) and going out would only exhaust me more. Even the thought makes me wince. It seems to be a great night to do all the things I do during the week, but with the comforting notion that I can sleep past 6am tomorrow morning. It would most commonly involve a quick workout, dinner with the roomie, and falling asleep to our most recently bought chick flick. Make fun all you want… Hell, feel free to give me a call when you need a ride home at 2am, I'm there. Just don’t complain to me on Saturday morning when you wish you’d stayed in because you spent too much money and don’t feel well. I lack sympathy when it comes to that: ) I love my Fridays in… and I’m okay with this being outside what's customary.