Well, that was quick.
Seems like only yesterday the weekend was starting, and now it’s already over with. Or maybe day before yesterday. Who’s counting?
Anyway, I don’t know about your weekend, but mine was a gone-too-quick, over-too-soon virtual blur. It probably didn’t help that I tailgated for nearly six hours before attending the Patriots game on Saturday.
Or that I slept for nearly twelve hours that night, trying to recover. Yow.
Add to that mess a few loads of laundry, a bit of weekend office work, some much-needed vegetating time in front of the TV, and Sunday night dinner guests, and you’ve got yourselves a whirlwind that’s dangerously close to goosing Monday morning in the ass. At least, that’s what I seem to have myself. Your weekend mileage may vary, I suppose.
At any rate, it’s time for me to hit the sack again. A half-day’s sleep last night or no, I’m still pooped. For the moment, you’ll just have to console yourself with these few paragraphs and the two lists I added to the top of my new ‘Big List of Lists‘. They’re slim pickin’s, perhaps, but they’re the only pickin’s to be had right now.
I’ll do my best to make amends tomorrow — and who knows what sort of cockeyed, horrific stories I might have, after my annual trip to the mall to buy Christmas presents. I’m not looking forward to that, let me tell you. And I’m going to need all the strength I can muster, just to navigate the seas of doe-eyed drooling shoppers out for those last-minute goodies. Wish me luck. And hope to hell I don’t have to smack a bitch for stealing my parking spot, or bumping me off the escalator. I shudder in grim anticipation. You see this? This is me shuddering. Bleh.
But that nightmare is tomorrow. For now, I’m shutting the door on this post and calling it a weekend. G’night, kids.Permalink | 1 Comment