A lovely, me-centric Saturday. I'm not lonely at all.
I'm sure I could find some St. Patty's shenanigans if I really wanted to. But holidays centered around drinking tend to bring out the worst in people. And a sea full of assholes is not something I feel like swimming in.
I'd much rather sit here, cuddled up with my cat, watching "How I Met Your Mother" for the first time on Netflix. No complaints.
Maybe a little cliché .