Work, work, work.
These days it seems that everyone is the most tired, the most busy, the most stressed, the most overworked. It's a contest I never meant to be in the running for. When I was young and lazy (-ER, as I'm still young and lazy), my Dad would yell at me: "Someday, you're going to have to work hard all day, every day, like I do." I said: "Not if I can help it."
I still mean that. Not to be trite, but there's more to life.
Anyway, I suppose my weekend was 'the more', but I refuse to live just for weekend respites. It was a birthday weekend. Friday was my college roommate's birthday, so we went to the O's game (my first baseball game in years...they suck) and dinner and drinking. There was no dancing, but there was Naked Woman Memory. And how can that not be a good time?
Saturday was mostly reliving my college days- sitting around with two of my best friends doing absolutely nothing. Then getting up and ordering take out food, so we could continue to do absolutely nothing. Doing nothing with your friends is so much better than doing nothing all by yourself. The sad part (one of them) about growing up and leaving college is that you have to get up and go somewhere to effectively do nothing. Or have people come to you. Either way, it involves a lot more effort than it used to.
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