The weekend should really be a three-day affair, don’t you think? This weekend I have no plans except to panic/look for an apartment. Ahhhh, stress. I think I picked the wrong week to switch to
ineffectual non-carcinogenic deodorant.
I’m just going to pretend I’m on a secluded tropical island with a dark n’ stormy in one hand and a stomach that will allow me to properly digest it in the other. And in my magical third hand, a delightful book that I would read from sunup to sunset instead of Craigslist postings that make me want to stick my head in an oven.
On that note, have a wonderful weekend!