Already dreading the weekend
As I was trying to go to sleep last night, I kept thinking about how I’m still coughing.
And how much I just want to sleep in this weekend, but I can’t because I’m heading to faire for a three day weekend.
And how Hurricane Matthew is supposed to hit New England this weekend. They’re predicting an inch of rain on Saturday, and lord knows if CTRF will close or not. They have this weird chip on their shoulder about not closing when King Dick’s closes, like it somehow makes them better a better renn faire if they stay open and lose money and force their vendors and cast to be out in the cold rain putting on a show that nobody attends.
And how it was only Tuesday night, and I was already dreading the weekend.
This is nuts. I can’t spend my week dreading my weekends.
And how much I just want to sleep in this weekend, but I can’t because I’m heading to faire for a three day weekend.
And how Hurricane Matthew is supposed to hit New England this weekend. They’re predicting an inch of rain on Saturday, and lord knows if CTRF will close or not. They have this weird chip on their shoulder about not closing when King Dick’s closes, like it somehow makes them better a better renn faire if they stay open and lose money and force their vendors and cast to be out in the cold rain putting on a show that nobody attends.
And how it was only Tuesday night, and I was already dreading the weekend.
This is nuts. I can’t spend my week dreading my weekends.