Ow
So hypothetically speaking — you’re up late, you can’t sleep. Do you a.) have a glass of warm milk, or some turkey, or the like, so that you can fall asleep, or do you b.) play Battlefield 1943 until 3 a.m.?
If you’re me, you make the bad choice and go with “b”… Normally, this would not be a terrible thing. However, I have that whole “work” thing today, which requires focus and discipline, and then after work, I’m riding with Johnny Surprise, who will most assuredly tear my legs off and feed them to me.
The weekend started strong, but went downhill quickly. I won’t delve into it deeply, except to say hard drives, ruined shoes, camera stupidity, annoying parking situation, and bad bad pizza cravings (which I did not indulge). Also, I did not accomplish as much housework as I would have liked — but then, I never do.
Congratulations on fighting down the pizza cravings – I caved today on an apple cinnamon muffin at Caribou, waiting for Byerly’s Ridgedale to open. As for the housework – if Kate comes home to a perfect apartment, she won’t feel needed, will she? Make sure it’s clean enough to look like you tried, but has enough for her to do that she feels she has a place, and way appreciate her when she picks up the two socks you left artfully half under the bed.
@Archer
Gracias. I’ve had some moments, where I’ve been sitting across the intersection from a McDonald’s and the soundtrack in my head goes like this:
“Frenchfriesfrenchfriesfrenchfriesfrenchfriesfrenchfriesfrenchfries–”
Until the light changes and I can drive away.
So far, so good.