Sometimes I wonder...

I know it's because I'm tired. I know it's bound to happen from time to time, but tonight I'm wondering why I do this. Tonight I'm trying to remember what it's like to "go out" on a Friday night. What it's like to spend an evening drinking wine with people who don't have to get up at 6:00 a.m. on Saturday. Maybe even finding someone special to share the moment with. What it's like to spend an evening carefree - laughing, listening to music, enjoying the city, flirting with the crisp, spring, evening air...