daisy

Tonight was an unmitigated disaster. I've been dying to see Sin City for ages, so i arranged a "double date". Film was fantastic, better than i imagined, and after we strolled into town, and went for a drink. As ever i got tired, and decided to go home, and thought to myself they were all adult enough to stay out without me there to hold their hands. But no, Fair enough, Mike decided to go home too, but my friend lost it really. She decided she was being treated so unfairly, and no-one was talking to her, and if she was out with her "real friends" she'd be having fun. Got a lecture how she's only ever in Cork rarely these days, and she thought the plan was to go out for the night, and it's so unfair the way her plans get cut short, because i'm so selfish. Every time i go out with her i end up feeling so guilty, because i get tired and just want to go home, and i get some form of lecture.

It's really not worth it. Or maybe she's right, maybe it is selfish of me to want a good nights sleep. Who knows? Who Cares? Not me right now.