I have the night off...which of course means that I'll probably end up more exhausted tonight than I would've been had I worked. Not to mention that if I get nothing accomplished or turn down any invitations, I can't blame it on the fact that "I had to work."

I'm trying to decide between the following:

a.) Stay home, order pizza, and clean my house (which could easily evolve into stay home, order pizza, and rent some DVDs). However, my house looks like it was hit by two crazed beagles who tore everything to shreds and rifled through my kitchen cupboards sometime in the night, spreading foil, crisco, ziploc bags, and oregano all over the place. Oh wait...that did happen...

b.) Call Jessica and go to dinner at Dina's for Cleveland's best Stromboli (yummy) followed by party favor/decoration shopping for the baby shower I've been conned into throwing...and I only have three weeks left to get my act together...

c.) Beg/Plead/Cry/Bribe someone to see a movie with me...I'm getting desperate for some popcorn and cinema action...

d.) Visit my mother who isn't doing so well...nuff said...

e.) Spend the evening drinking Chai and buying books at Borders...sitting in the middle of the fiction aisle for hours sampling the text before deciding which sweet lovelies absolutely must come home with me...as we all know there are so many books in this world that really need good homes...

Ugh...I don't know. I really ought to be responsible for once, but that's almost impossible given the fact that I actually have a Friday night off and it just happens to be pay day...and I'm tired...feeling pretty lazy...and antisocial...and selfish...hmmm, Borders and Pizza it is.