Tired

Why is it that we run around and wear ourselves down just so we won't miss out on something? I am tired. After a little too much wine last night and a full day of Goodwill, Southern Thrift, and disc golf I want nothing more than to crawl into my bed, form a coccoon, and remain blissfully unconsious until morning. But no. I am going to Johnny Jackson' Soul Satisfaction. Mainly because I have never been before as I usually gimp myself up right before my friends go there. Also, it will be a fun night out with the girls. But, oh, my pillow is a Siren song right now...