Nothings

So I've realized that when I get home from a long day of work or school, I don't want anyone to bother me. I don't want you to ask me how my day was or what I did. I need time to relax and chill out from the day. I need to be alone and undisturbed. Then we can talk.
No later than two minutes after I had written the above, my best friend called me to catch up. One of the first things she said was "How was work?" I had to laugh at the irony. But I turned it on her and said she should go first. (I got out of answering the question too haha) Anyway, I just think it's funny.

I miss my best friend.
I'm listening to a Snow Patrol CD that I haven't listened to since last summer.
I'm trying to decide whether I should a) read the new Dekker book I've had sitting around for the last two weeks, b) read/listen to Showbread's Anorexia/Nervosa CD, or c) finish a painting I started two nights ago... or the smart answer would be to go to sleep.

I haven't been doing the smart answers lately. And I'm probably gunna end up running myself into the ground with it ending in a fit of tears and exhaustion. You'd think I would make different decisions knowing that I know that is probably what is coming. But I don't.
Dumb.