sigh.

i can be so cute and naive sometimes. 7:30 or 8? try 9. i didn't leave work until 9 last night. strangely enough, it didn't feel so terrible. it was kind of odd having the office completely to myself, but it felt good to get it done. i'm sure it would have been a lot more stressful had i had specific plans that i had to make or cancel, but that wasn't so much the case last night.

i wanted to go to printer's ball...but it didn't happen. i realised there would be no way i'd get down there 'til 10 or so, and then i'd be done there by 12 or 1. it was at 35th and morgan...an intersection i don't really know, a place i've not been since maybe...three and a half years ago, or so. i'd easily be able to get down there--but home? i had no idea what buses would still be running...and, even though it brings major shame on me as a city girl to admit this, i had no idea whether it would be a good idea for a girl to wait there alone, a girl who didn't know the neighbourhood all that well. i'm so embarrassed for not going for that reason, but i really didn't want to be in a fairly unknown neighbourhood at midnight with possibly no way home.

that just means i need to know more parts this city better, so this doesn't ever happen again.