See?

It's only been two days since I started this, and I've already missed a day of posts. Garr.

Today is Friday, which makes the two days after today the weekend, and that makes me endlessly happy. Well, not entirely true. It's not endless...the happy ends on Monday when my alarm goes off at 4am. Waking up at 4am would end anyone's happiness, unless it's to get a different kind of happiness, and since that doesn't happen to me very often, that would not be my case.

Now that I've shared that detail with you, I can talk about the weekend some more. Weekends can be for so many things. Adventures, activities, or just plain lazing about. I don't always know what my weekend will entail, but I know that unless something disastrous happens at work, I will not have to work for two days, and that gives me a happy all in it's own. Just knowing that I have two days to do whatever I want splashes a grin across my face.

Once upon a time, when I was a teenager, I worked weekends. Thursday and Friday nights, and all day Saturdays, until 5pm. Working weekends is not cool when you're 16...unless you have no friends, liiiike myself.

All I know is that this weekend, I will not be watching soccer...probably.

Have a good one, bastards.

-R.