A lot of times, after a three- or four-day weekend, I don’t mind going back to work. Usually, four days at home is enough for me, and I’m ready to get back into a routine. Not so much this weekend. Last night, I was lying in bed thinking how much I didn’t want to go back to work. And I wasn’t wrong. Because, dude. Authors suck. And authors with attitude suck more. And getting up at 6:30 a.m. isn’t fun, either. I much prefer sleeping in, bumming around the house, watching tv, and playing on my computer until all hours.
In other news, how sad is it that Kangaroo Jack was the number one movie at the box office this weekend? And you know that this means there’s going to be a sequel. Sad times we live in.
Current song in my head:
“Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da” by the Beatles