2019 March 31

Last night I went to a friend's housewarming when I probably shouldn't have because I was completely not in the mood. I was tired, and I had walked there through cold and drizzly streets, and the music inside was loud, and I had to yell at anyone I wanted to talk to, and few were mingling outside of their friendship circle (probably because the music was loud). The food was good, though. Fresh salad and tacos and cheese and nachos and homemade salsa. I ended up bailing after two and a half hours. I thought, I have turned up when I said I would, which was more than half of my friend's other friends, and I have tried to have a good time, and I've just about expended all of my energy to do so, so it's time for me to leave.