jasxd

Have you ever had one of those Friday nights where you say to yourself: "Alright, I'm gonna party tonight, and I have no plans for the rest of the weekend except for a meeting Sunday night?" See I had one of those. I told myself I had no plans at all Friday afternoon or evening, but Friday night to Saturday morning was party time. Then I could do whatever I wanted until Sunday night. And that makes me very happy. Making plans makes it seem like my life is flying by. I like to relax, chill out, and say "I can do whatever."

But then I got fucked over. As it turns out, "No plans" equals "You have so much shit to do, holy fuck. Good luck." and it wound up with me here at work now wondering where the hell my weekend went, because I only remember one good night, and last nights meeting. I have no idea what happened to Saturday. I can't remember what happened on Saturday. I can only remember going straight from Saturday morning to Sunday Evening. Now, Sunday was cool. I had a pretty decent Sunday, but that doesn't overshadow my extreme confusion as to Saturday.

Aww, fuck it.