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I hate Sunday night

whisky

Boobie inspector
The weekend is so fleeting, Friday night is great, because there is a whole infinity of possibilities ahead of you, but you are probably tired from work and being old, and you'll probably drink, watch TV, and play games, then it's bed time.

No worries, it's Saturday, so much potential, wife and kid having a lie in, you wake up early because that's what your body is used to, you watch TV, you play games, you wait for them to get up, you realise it's noon and a quarter of your weekend is gone. It's ok, still time to go out, to do things, sure your tired, you've worked all week, this is the only time you can relax, recharge your batteries, and chill, but you do stuff anyway, and before you know it's it's bedtime again.

You swear Sunday will be different, but they are asleep again, you don't begrudge them, if you could sleep you would, you do some work in the garage, make things in there a little better, you play some games, you watch TV, and then it's Sunday night, and all you have is another week at work, but it's ok, it pays the bills, and I just need to get through five more days and it's the weekend again.

Oh what a world, what a wonderful world.
 
I slept in until 10:30am this morning. Didn't clean the apartment until 5pm. And I'm going out to a St Paddy's Day party at a cigar shop after work on Wednesday because my mind still thinks it's 21 even though my body knows it's 47.
 
Friday I'm in love.

But yeah. On topic, The Dog was great for forcing me to be productive. Sure, she robbed me of 2+ hours a day, but by God, I'd better get some pants on before Noon, because we needed to make 2 patrols today. The Cat, on the other hand, is an enabler. Alarm goes off. So she climbs on my chest and starts purring to keep me in bed as long as possible. I go in the bathroom to put on pants and she wants to drink out of the toilet (it has to be fresh water). So I go fuck off on the computer until I can use the bathroom. But then she hops up on my lap and I'm stuck at the desk. Didn't get clothes on until almost 4pm today.
 
I know it is most people's Sunday, I mean because it is Sunday, but it is my Friday. So that is cool. So now I totally am fine with Sunday evening now. But I wonder how I will feel on Wesdneday which will be my Sunday. Actually I know I will be fine because I know I will be on a boat the next day, so there is that.
 
It's not easy, being a pirate.

But on topic, I'm renovating a house. It could take me the rest of my life to get everything done, but I'm getting to the point where I can say 1.0 is done. Except Things need to happen on the weekend. I need groceries and clean laundry. I need to pay bills. I also need to paint exterior trim. But you can't do everything. So being "done" has to go on the back burner until time and weather for painting outside line up again. And I really need to get this stuff done, because I really should be doing things that make me money instead of just satisfying my OCD tendencies.
 
Three years from now I'm going to have to start making sure I don't cross paths with my younger self, so I don't know what to tell you where time is concerned.
 
It is my Sunday night, but I don't hate it. I go back to work for 2 12 hour days, have a day off from the main job but will put some hours in at the 2nd job and then go back to work the next day at the first job.
I do wonder if I will wake up tomorrow and do a load of laundry before I go to work tho, and I do wonder what I will throw together for my meals for the day.
I usually pack some oatmeal for breakfast. I may drink a protein shake on the way to work, but I may not. I will bring coffee.
I don't know what I will pack for lunch and 2nd lunch or early dinner snack.
 
On a related note, I should be doing some bookkeeping right now. Since I agreed to work for my friend AND I work tomorrow night, I probably can't let it slide until Monday.
 
I miss pet sitting
at least I have a cat now

It is my Friday and Saturday night all rolled in to one.
 
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