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2002-03-02 - 9:49 p.m.
It's 10 o'clock, and still nothing close to significant has happened to me today. I had a chance to make it interesting, but I changed my mind. Pat came over and got us both Pizzone (is that how it's spelled?) for dinner. He was also inviting me to go to Stress Factory, a comedy club in New Brunswick, with the guys. At first it sounded like fun to me since we haven't gone to a comedy club in the longest time. But then when I was getting ready, I just got this dull pain in my head. I just didn't wanna go. Pat's pretty pissed off, coz he really wanted me to go, and he thought it'd be fun for us both. He thinks I'm so fickle, coz one minute I'm getting ready, the next I don't wanna leave. Oh well. I told him to go though. NO reason to stay here with me when he could be out having some fun, right? I dunno. I guess it was just a day when nobody was telling me what to do, nothing was restricting my schedule, and I did as I pleased without being rushed or pressured. And I just didn't want to ruin that. Funny tho', how I got a headache while getting ready to go to STRESS Factory. It makes me think now that maybe I shoulda gone.
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