The Freakin Weekend

Why is it that, even though I don’t have a regular office job or even a job that requires me to be somewhere on weekdays, a weekend still feels like a weekend?

It’s Saturday, July 5th, and I don’t feel like doing work. I have an audition due Monday that I could have done this morning, but I didn’t, because it’s a weekend. I need to write, but I don’t wanna because it’s a weekend.

I have nothing to clock off from. No desk to not go to. Any day could be a weekend if I wanted.

I can go to the movies on a Tuesday or the beach on Wednesday if I liked doing any either of those things.

I could work on a Saturday or even on Sunday, the lord’s day, if I wanted to do any work at all.

Who knows, maybe I’ll feel different tomorrow.

Hey, at least I wrote!