Thoughts of a Friday night

I truthly don't belive I'm gonna get use to all these nights spent home. It's obvious, altough, I don't feel thay sad anymore. I may even cry around midnight, which'd be the time I'd be arriving somewhere nice, to dance of course, but at least i don't feel as desperate as I did some time ago.
But (again)...
I really wish I could enjoy more the Thursdays and Fridays and Saturdays and Sundays.
And the point is not, as tou may think, "Oh, let's get rid of those people", "I wanna stay away from my bed and that fucking computer". Not really. The point is: I do miss the lights, the colors, the feelings and impressions, the movement, the people. And dancing. God, I miss dancing.
Anyway, this is leading me nowhere, as fucking usual.
Just felt like writing.