After a successful housewarming party on Saturday, I am sufficiently worn out on this rainy Monday. I think one of the worst things about rapidly approaching 30 is that a night out (or in this case, a house party) slows me down not just for the following day, but the day after that is well. Probably why I have almost stopped entirely with going out. I think the last party party I went to was back in December! But I suppose it is OK, as it frees up energy for other things, and now that I am a bit older, staying in on the weekend is viewed as more "responsible" than it is boring. I'll take it!