For the last few weeks, a friend and I have been trying to arrange an evening together filled with alcohol and Chinese food. This has, in addition to other things, actually involved locating a Chinese restaurant I ate at once, the night after I moved to DC, of which the only reference I had to its geographical location was that the building had pillars. And yet, I located it! However, our packed schedules have thwarted us time, and time again.

We are, finally, hopefully scheduled for Monday night. This involved some foot-work on my part, as I was actually scheduled at the Bookstore, fortunately, I was able to swap nights, leading her to question when, exactly, I found time for laundry or sleep.

Well, tomorrow I’ll be doing laundry at about six am. As for sleep?

Sure, it’s a long day, getting up at 5:30, and getting home at 10pm. Seven hours of sleep might seem like a lot, but when you factor in the commute, an eight-hour day at a desk, and four hours running around a Bookstore with a stack of fiction under one arm and restraining my other arm from assaulting customers, I’m actually usually beat by the time I walk into my apartment at the end of the day.

Hell, I’m pretty tired when I head out of the Office, too.

So I’m going to do what I always do in these situations.

I won’t lie: I’m a Metro napper.