My job is so draining I just about forget what weekends are. During the week, it's pretty standart for one to think forwards to Saturday and Sunday; about what they plan on doing with their spare time and the such. The concept of having a 'weekend' is almost completely forgein. Waking up at 11:30 am, like I did this morning, is almost a sin. 11:30? Dear God! By that time at work, half my day would be over! I can't seem to escape work, no matter what I do! I am so thankful to be leaving on the 8th. I get to celebrate with Supergrass that night, plus a week of concerts!

12:30 pm and I haven't showered. I feel so grodie! Nearly a day and a half without a shower. I was never able to go more than a day without showering. I'm not one to sit in my dirty pajamas for an entire weekend, even if I haven't done a damn thing. I'll still shower and put on clean pjs. I think it boils down to me and my love for the water. Showers, baths, pools, everything. If it gets me wet (in the non-sexual way you perverts), count me in.
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