Day 896 of 365 Again.
It’s the end of the week. Thank god. I swear. I was so not prepared to work a full week after my vacation. I almost didn’t make it. Between being sick and just being out of the working mode, I’m exhausted. I know I was constantly worried when I was unemployed, but wow, life was so much less stressful.
So what does one do when they’ve toiled at work all week and Friday finally comes and they have a chance to cut loose? Hit the dance clubs? Go out drinking? Pass out in an opium den? Spend the weekend in a whore house?
Nope he comes home and plops his ass down on the couch and watches Battlestar Galactica then quadruple doses on NyQuil and waits for the sleep of the dead to come over him.
I’ll see you all tomorrow…
Maybe…
Is that camera bokeh or did NyQuil do that?
Feel better!