I was having a pleasant Friday evening.

I had chicken nuggets and tater tots for dinner, one of my favorites. Then Graham came over and we watched Lost. We both made plenty of snarky comments and he ate some of the Hamburger Helper I made a while ago but haven't wanted to eat because the Kroger hamburger had funny bits in it (he was fully apprised of the situation and not only did he still choose to eat it, he didn't notice any of the funny bits).

Then I watched Wonderfalls while I sorted out the laundry I did today and finally went through the big shelf in my closet. I found a lot of stuff.

So it was all well and good until Becky came in and said how sad are we that we're at home alone on a Friday night. That we should be doing something.

Well thanks. Ho-lee crap.

It's quiet around here this week because Kim's on the women's ACC tournament and Catherine is at home because she has the flu. That leaves me and Laura, because Kimberly and Summar rarely leave their rooms. And Laura always goes home for the weekend.

It's not fun to question your existence. At home I always enjoy Friday nights in front of the TV working on some project. I don't like being told I'm sad.