Fifteen

I love weekends, I love being able to do nothing, be useless, and just de-stress. Nothing beats knowing that you don't have to do anything if you don't feel like it. It's… liberating. Except that since I've moved out I've started feeling guilty about these stints. I have things that need to get done, commitments that have to be met, and projects that I want to get started. That's good, right? I'm becoming a real human being, not a worthless blob. So even though today's Friday and I usually – pre moving out – dedicated this day to the pursuit of instant gratification, now I'm worried about getting my apartment cleaned, myself groomed, the favors I'd promised my friends done. Eh.