You know, before work and everything starts again… sometimes I feel like I’m obsessed with min-maxing my weekend because of the limited time I have. So I usually feel quite guilty if I end up slacking too much. And I tend to be quite aware of how much time I have left. Anyone else that has this issue?
I have the opposite problem. I sit down Friday evening, and before I know it, it’s Sunday night.
I swear I last remember sitting down and it was 2019. Now by bones are half dust.
I’m not entirely convinced that it ISN’T still 2019, and I just haven’t woken up from the longest, strangest dream I’ve ever had.
Tell me. I recently dated this blonde girl and suddenly I’m divorced, burnt out and middle aged. Ok, I still got two cool adult kids.