Thanks to my friends Ann and Brad, I was out bowling last night until just past midnight. Mind you, I SUCK at bowling (and refuse to learn how to properly bowl,) but it was still lots of fun.

Sunday is always a day of mourning for me. I mourn the weekend being over in a few hours, the death of my social life for the next 5 days (yes, it rises from the ashes on Friday,) and the curious lack of sunshine to get me in an even better mood.

Winter is not, shall we say, my best time of year. I find myself wanting to overeat, sleep and generally be as productive as a rock. I’ll get all jazzed up in the late summer and early fall, but by the time mid-January rolls around, I’m just ready to hibernate. I hear some people don’t have this problem. Must be nice.

Lunch time in effect!

Gregsta’: Sunday Edition