I could really care less that it’s Halloween. I didn’t grow up celebrating it, so missing out on parties or trick-or-treating is no big deal.
It is lame, however, that everybody else I know is doing something tonight, and I seem to have a hot date with my dorm room.
My roomie and suitemates are gone for the weekend and the day, respectively.
I don’t have any parties to go to.
I have no car to go get a free Chipotle burrito, and everybody I texted who has a car already has other plans.
Because of the World Series, there aren’t any new episodes of my favorite TV shows online that I can watch.
I don’t have any good movies laying around.
Chris is off to a party so I can’t spend the evening talking to him.
I don’t even have any homework to finish.
I need a car.