i wasn't sure when, but i knew this was bound to happen.
i am officially old and boring.
early to bed early to rise.
i talk to my mom almost every day.
i plan to do laundry on friday nights.
i get excited when i organize my bathroom cupboard.
a trip to walmart wears me out.
today at walmart i bought one of those racks to hang clothes on...but not a wimpy one...this one's the real deal. i felt like i was pitching a tent with all the different poles and such, but now i have a huge extra "closet" that i can keep some clothes in downstairs in the storage room. exciting, right???
in all seriousness, it's been a thought process for me lately. am i really getting old and boring? or is it ok that i don't have plans every night and parties every weekend?? i've decided that it's more than ok. it's just another phase of life. i can still have fun. i can still be silly. and sometimes i can even stay up past 10 (don't hold your breath). i just don't have to do it all the time.
on that note, it's 10:01. i should probably head to bed....