Wednesday night - go out and get a little bit faced with Matt and Alan at Emerson Biggins. They had 2-4-1s (did not know that, but must make a mental note). I asked for a Boulevard Wheat and they gave it to me in this ginormous freaking mug, I mean this thing was mutant size. So of course I was obligated to finish it.
Thursday - didn't feel like going to work, so I called in sick. Slept way the hell in. Stayed up real late.
Friday - Still didn't feel like going to work, so I called in again. (Impromptu four day weekend!!) slept way the fuck in. Got stung by a wasp, that's fun. Leaned on an ice pack for five hours (the sting is on the back o my shoulder). Went to hang out with my mom for a little while. Stayed up late as hell watching movies with my baby and then playing video games. Like, go to bed after 5 AM late.
Saturday - Slept way the hell in again, of course. Got up around 3 PM. I haven't had this schedule in years and even though it's only for a few days, I'm totally loving it. This is what I'm naturally wired for. Bummed around the house and then got bored, so at 10 I called Gianna. We went out for some too-expensive drinks and mindless dancing and a couple rounds of pool at which we suck equally. Stayed up until about 5 again watching tv.
Sunday - Slept the hell in. Yeah, getting up tomorrow for work is going to be loads of fun, I can't wait.
Um, so yeah, I just took a mental health retreat from most of the world. I have not stimulated my brain in any way so I have absolutely nothing of entertaining or substantive value to say. I officially declare this entry the biggest waste of space on your friends page today. Thank you.