Almost, Almost

This year’s April 10th just happens to be a Monday, so what I am thinking of as Dead Dad Three-Day Weekend will officially kick off in slightly less than ninety minutes. Obviously I’m not excited about the saddest day of the year, but three days will be the most time off I have had since starting this job nearly nine months ago. I have a few easy goals (1. Shave! 2. Haircut! 3. Grocery Delivery!), but most of this time will be devoted to whatever the fuck I feel like doing. Lots of eating & drinking, getting stone’d, sleeping, reading, watching. Maybe I’ll cry, maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll scream, maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll watch “The Body” or The Lion King, maybe I won’t. Maybe Cara will call and we’ll talk for hours, maybe we won’t.

But seriously, thank fuck for some fucking time off. I hope these eighty-eight hours last forever.