I don't drink.

People who don't know me can't seem to understand that, nor do they understand that's not some social stance I'm taking by not drinking. They tell tales how great a night was with alcohol. Then they cheerfully complain about the hangovers. It's as exciting to me as new parents telling me about their babies' poo.

And then they ask me to get together. They suggest a place, and say "this is a great place for a drink."

And then they will find it weird that I am only drinking water.

And then they will try to convince me to have a drink.

And then I am already tired of explaining myself.

I can't help but preferring to drink water. I don't want the sugar in juices. I'm not a fan of pop, and the last thing I want to do is be wide awake at night. That's why I am not a fan of going to places "for a drink" unless it's a coffee shop. At least I can have something warm, not too sugary, and non-alcoholic.

It's another day of eye-rolling. 

I'm in a bad mood again. At least I can go to the gym after work tonight. If I am lucky, I'm going to rent some stuff this weekend and park myself in front of the TV. I need it.

I was complaining about my lack of time to Hairy Butt Boy yesterday. I was hoping he'd also take a hint. He seems to really want to settle down right now.