Having a day off to make an extra long weekend you think you’d make the most of it. But it feels as though I didn’t. No work done, no house work done. I managed to fall asleep on the couch and place our bets for tomorrow, but that was it.
I was just talking about this with Rae and we both feel a little blah this evening, as if we wasted an opportunity to actually ‘do’ something. Maybe if we both put our minds to it tomorrow will be a better day off.
Wanna come over and write my essay for me? Whimper. It’s overdue. And nasty. And is totally removing any ounce of enjoyment from my extra long ‘weekend’/days off work to write essay.