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Coming back to work after a four day weekend is weird. The weekend was so awesomely long that i got to do everything I wanted. I visited with family, went to the zoo, went out drinking, spent time relaxing on the couch with Gossip Girl, went shopping, worked on my halloween costume...it's like I had nothing but time.
And then, this morning, my alarm clock went off and it was all over.
Such is life, I suppose. Everyone wants to be independently wealthy and not have to work, but I think that I would be really good at it.
The rest of the week is weird, too, because tomorrow through Friday I have some training class downtown.
Also, I haven't worked out in a week, so I'm all discombobulated by that. I've got to get back on a schedule this week.
I don't know, none of this is very exciting...
And then, this morning, my alarm clock went off and it was all over.
Such is life, I suppose. Everyone wants to be independently wealthy and not have to work, but I think that I would be really good at it.
The rest of the week is weird, too, because tomorrow through Friday I have some training class downtown.
Also, I haven't worked out in a week, so I'm all discombobulated by that. I've got to get back on a schedule this week.
I don't know, none of this is very exciting...