Gambolling along until you trip

I'm so tired.
I don't know why.
not physically tired
the other kind

I went out with some friends last night. I had some wine, too quickly and on an empty stomach, and spent the rest of the evening pleasantly befuddled. I don't get drunk, I know my limits, normally I don't even make it even to tipsy. We returned a dog and wandered round foodtown on a quest for calamari. I seem to spend a lot of time in foodtown these days. My dad called me twice, and I frantically had some gum in order to disguise any remmanants of wine odour. I need to get out of my house. Quickly, before I become trapped in the quagmire.

I was talking to another friend today, having a moan. I was taken by surprise by something she said, she told me that sometimes my friends think I'm stonewalling them. That I don't talk about myself enough. That she feels sometimes that she doesn't know what is going on with me. She said that its ok because they have just realised I am a very private person. It still surprised me.