Mornings can be good, honestly. Saturdays mornings are usually the best mornings in my opinion. Even if you have to work on Saturdays, it's still not a normal workday. You can show up for work hungover with spaghetti hanging off your chin, but your boss won't notice or care. It's Saturday. That's at least what I thought once. I guess I may want to take a look at my old habits and redefine my Saturday mornings. I might start today by putting some pants on. But not now, let me enjoy the freedom a little bit longer.
What made this morning so good? So far today I managed to get a pickle jar open that I've been trying to open for 2 weeks and I escaped a possible major hangover. Nothing like a good binge drinking session on a Friday night to clear your head of any possible thoughts or emotions. To not have a hangover in the morning is the cherry on top. The only risk on Saturdays is leaving the apartment to discover what kind of damage you did the night before so I've consciously made an effort lately to not climb trees, buildings, or build road blocks. It's working for me so far.
Today is the day I try new things. I think I will even cook. Something. Possibly in the microwave. I'm not really good with the microwave so microwave popcorn is out of the question. Maybe do a little jobhunting in Asia. I miss the 6 day/60 hour work weeks. Nothing like staring out the window for hours on end and dating little, tiny men. Well, at least I'll get my tea eggs. And no, the TNT Mart didn't have them. They had the stinky goose and quail eggs in the cello packs, but not the tea eggs. Not knowing who she was talking to, the TNT Mart lady gave me instructions and spices on how to make the tea eggs myself. I've got the spices but pretty much forgot everything she said. Forgot to buy the eggs, too.
I see Starbucks in my near future. I think I should now use this time to go look for my pants.
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