Another night of no social interaction and after about 30 minutes of trying to find something to watch on television, I threw in the towel and went to bed at 8. I really need a hobby.

If I’m barely capable of being a dog owner, how will I ever have kids? Or even just A kid for that matter? I dropped my dog off at the boarder on Saturday so he could play for the afternoon, fully intending on picking him back up later that night. Well, later that night turned into as late as possible last night. I know he’s far from mistreated, but I feel like I’m already married and divorced and Maximus’ dad aka the boarding facility, gets every other weekend with him. Maybe it’s just because I’m so past the point of tired all of the time, that I can’t seem to find the joy in walking him around the block 4 times a day, but vodkacranI have really lost the desire to take care of of something everyday. I can barely take care of myself-how do people take care of kids? Sunday for example, no dog, no errands to do, really nothing at all. I went to the gym, watched some golf, some tennis, and then got back in bed for the rest of the day. I know, it sounds partially incredibly relaxing and mostly pathetic. I wasn’t even hungover. No excuses, just too tired to do anything. Actually not too tired, just too careless to do anything. I think I’ve hit that juncture in life where I have no desire to go out to a crowded bar where everyone is drunk, but I definitely don’t want to be domesticated either. Where does this leave me? I don’t know what people do instead. I’ve seen just about every movie, tried most of the restaurants, and I want to hang out with some of my friends. It just seems that I am the odd one out and don’t want to do what they do. I almost wish I had that level of fun being out dancing with drunk people. I always seem to be the one that has to watch the guy I like making out with another girl and I when I try to leave, some drunk girl falls and dumps a drink down the front of me. I think this has happened 3 times in recent history. Talk about a sign that I should stay in from now on right? It’s like, “Jenna, guys being assholes isn’t bad enough so I am going to dump a cranberry vodka down your new white shirt just to make you look even uglier while you cry in the cab.” Awesome. It’s almost so bad that it’s funny at this point.