I woke up this morning at 9:30. I don’t know where the time went today. It’s 10:30 now on the East Coast, meaning I’ve been up for 13 hours, and I have done nothing besides spend 40 minutes on a treadmill and 15 minutes doing push-ups and sit-ups.
I go back to work on Saturday and (for once) I’m actually looking forward to it. And it’s not even like it’s a new job, or something that might actually not suck, it’s the same old job I left after spring break and promised myself I’d never go back to. I’m looking forward to it and it’s Saturday hours. Saturday night hours. I don’t get off work until 9, and I want to go.
What is wrong with me!?
