It’s Saturday night. Normally, I would be all decked out and on the dance floor. Instead, I still haven’t changed out of my work clothes, and I am wondering if I can stay awake to watch a tv show on tape.
When did I get old and boring? Seriously. Tomorrow is my day off. What do I have planned? To prep and pain the hallway, rip out the old crappy baseboards and carpet, and rake up the leaves that have accumulated from the tree from hell. I also feel like I should do some laundry. Maybe turn in early as to get up early for work.
To top it all off, I feel fat and slovenly. Bah.