Mondays make me want to curl in a ball and cry

I woke up late for work...I'm not talking 15 mins late, I woke up 15 mins AFTER the time I was supposed to have left for work. I could understand if I had been up late the night before, but I had done absolutely nothing and gone to bed at 11. I guess I just needed those 10 1/2 hours of sleep. And at 2:51 in the afternoon, I have yet to fully wake up. I'm v. excited b/c my best friend in the world is coming to visit on labor day weekend. I must come up with fun stuff to do. I must create the illusion that I'm living an exciting life. This weekend, I continued my pattern of staying out/up late into the night and sleeping late into the day. It leaves me feeling unfulfilled. I want to be productive. I want to have interesting stories to tell when asked the question "what did you do this weekend?" I'm tired of answering with "not much." How can I expand on something that was uneventful? I should start making things up, that's always entertaining. When I was little, I used to make up stories while I talked to my imaginary friends. I think one's name was Gwendolyn. That seems to ring a bell. I would go out into our backyard and walk back and forth on this log while talking out loud to myself. It sounds so sad. I think I quit after I made "real" friends. Sorry Gwendolyn, I never meant to hurt you. I've started actually going to new places and when I think about it, I can't remember any places I used to go. I always just hang out at various apts on the weekends, which I prefer to crowded clubs with $10 drinks. My ideal is a place where the music is good, but not too loud, with somewhere I can sit, that's not too crowded, and with cheap drinks (but of course, this last request is hard to come by). So that's what I'm looking for. Always. I saw Anchorman: Legend of Ron Burgundy yesterday and laughed my ass off. I'd recommend it to anyone who likes things that are funny. So there you go, my sad version of a movie review. Work has been slightly busy today, which pissed me off. I wasn't ready for that. I'm about to give some speedy updates: diet not working, will not continue seeing boy from make-out session, car still sucks. This is Reagan, signing off.