Growing up my mother taught my sister and I the value of being able to entertain ourselves. We learned to play by ourselves and she in turn was able to get some peace and quiet. I'm not sure how well this trait has transferred to adulthood. You would think that being able to entertain yourself would come in handy if you are trying to save money. I can spend hours planning trips I will never take, watch time fly researching new recipes that I will never cook (I inevitably print them and then throw them away a day later, because I hate clutter) or waste a whole day in a bookstore reading the backs of books and not buying a single one (this is probably my favorite pastime, which has now been thwarted by ereaders-- damn them!)
Unfortunately, when I drink my desire to entertain myself not only continues, but is intensified. I know I am not the only one that feels this way. You know what I'm talking about. Yes, the drunk texts. The texts you would NUH-EVERRRRR send if you were sober... well, unless you were really bored. Drunk texting sneaks up on you like a bandit in the night- and its soooo not cool. For me it's when everything is winding down and everyone is passing out; there is a moment of alone time when I find myself fighting to keep the night going before I succumb to my sweet, sweet, totally forgetable dreams. It is in these pivotal last moments of consciousness that I do the worst damage.
This was me last night... post, "post". I'm not sure if it was the two margaritas or the three glasses of red wine or the combo of both plus the hot tub. But, when it was time for me to pass out, did I let myself pass out like the responsible adult that I am? The adult that was working at 7:30am and needed all the sleep she could get? No. I fought. I fought to stay awake and send that one freaking, unneccessary text. Geez. Good job, Jillian. Gold star for you. So, while I managed to not spend money yesterday (minus the $2.15 I spent on coffee), I have to ask myself... at what cost?
Lesson Learned: Entertaining oneself is ALWAYS done at your own expense. MRRRR.
Over and out. Jildo
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