A fail of a weekend in my life post. My ideal weekend would’ve had me sleeping for 14 hours straight but I wanted to change that. Like I’ve said before, I’d decided my weekends were going to be a little bit of a jazz but with me, screw the jazz. Sleep is enough jazz.
This weekend, if it wasn’t too obvious, was a complete bust. I did nothing worthy of a post. (If breathing and spending an entire day putting things away counted, then, 150 for Gryffindor.) Anyway, I did manage to do a little something (that definitely doesn’t seem interesting enough) and decided, I might as well keep this thing going. Because let’s be real for a second. I’m not going to be meeting the Queen of England for a spot of tea in her garden every single weekend.
When you have seven mondays a week, it takes a little extra effort to think of something to do besides dreading the next day. So, this weekend was real gray and I low key apologize for not jumping out of a copter but I did something. Not too much but something.
Leggo.(Total picture post because I managed to get something this time around and then I realized I had nothing in actuality. Sigh.)
They had to make it in a post. They just had to.
I know. I fell short of things to do. I wouldn’t say it was a bad weekend. I did shuffle my legs a little and even planned out a few things to do when I finally get some holidays. That’s progress!!!!
Until our time meets again,
Again, I apologize for the lack lustre of a weekend post. I’m letting myself off the hook for this one. (Yus.)