Long weekends always promise so much when they are in the future, and they always are SO much less productive than I'd hoped once they're over.
Well, I'm not literally talking about the weekend. If I'm totally honest, it's me. I always think that three days is a lot of time. I can organize my computer room. I can read. Study. Macrame. Whatever.
Then Sunday night comes, and I think, What The Hell Did I Spend This Weekend On?
To be fair, there were some recent weekends that were not like this: I did nothing, and planned to do nothing. Mission accomplished.
Is the only way to enjoy Sunday night to lower my expectations when Friday rolls around? It's a new year, I'd like to work on this one.
8:16:48 PM 
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