I had one of those legendary evenings to myself yesterday, nothing to do, nowhere to go (hmm...I think that's a line from a Rancid song).

Anyway, sometimes it's strange to feel this way...hoarding my free time to myself, and feeling like a criminal for doing so. In the last year I've been more alone than ever, and yet I now resent having to be around friends and family when I have the chance. I must be amazingly selfish, especially since I'm such a social person. I love being out and meeting new people, going to parties and clubs, or spending time with me friends. At least, I used to. Lately I can't stand having any demands on my time whatsoever. Hopefully it's because I work so much. Maybe when I start working less (soon...very soon) I'll feel differently.

Tonight it's back to Hell's Kitchen for another night of catering to the whims of demanding, spoiled, rude, over-fed people. I'm really looking forward to it. My thoughts will be wonderfully toxic tonight.