I'm not that stupid little person

Uneventful night. I worked the video store. Then I hit up DH. Happy Birthday to Lora W. Headed to Moho's after that. Then I headed home. I sometimes wonder why I even go out. It is a habit I suppose. I'm afraid that I will miss out on something spectacular. I hate hearing the stories that start out with "Oh man! You should have been there!" Know what I mean? Nothing ever happens though. At least not to me. Why do I go out? Beats the heck out of me...

It's getting harder and harder because I'm not fond of it.