It may be no big deal for most people, but for an up-at-4:30 a.m.-every-day-of-the-week girl like me, going out two nights in a row could be termed "running amok".
Last night I met a dear brother in Christ for a read through of something we are doing for Good Friday. We met at a Starbucks, and ended up talking for a long time afterwards. Getting home after ten p.m. - having left the house just after six in the morning - is unusual for me, especially on a weeknight.
Tonight won't be as late (mostly because Panera closes at nine); I am meeting the delightful Holly for dinner. Good food and lots of girl talk; can't get any better.
Two nights of short/interrupted sleep (up three separate times on Wednesday night, thank you so much neighbors!) have almost done me in, but it's nice to have a bit of a life outside of work.
I know - I won't make a habit of it.
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