I love my Saturdays off. They always seem to land on the weeks that everyone's busy/can't be bothered/just don't want to spend time with me.
One more night in won't kill me; it'll just clarify to all and sundry that I'm a complete recluse.
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I'm exactly the same. When I worked five saturdays in six, a feeling of growing panic would follow me right up until I found something - anything! - to do on my weekend off.
Now that I only work alternate saturdays, I no longer worry. I'm quite looking forward to tonight's QI, actually.
Ah! QI! Thanks for reminding me. I'm torn between that and 9 Out of Ten Cats...
We'll see how the telly feels.
Thanks for commenting. :-) Nice to meet you, Gary.
It's really quite the oddity to comment on this... I'm not 100% sure I'm doing it right.
We're pretending to be grown up now, aren't we?
I've just spent 3 out of 4 nights at Kyle's house, and although this is quite the feat, I'm totally shattered. The boy just doesn't sleep. He'll spend his hours up until about 2 or 3 in the morning on his computer with a DVD of some description on and expects me to be able to fall asleep in these conditions. Needless to say, I can't, and so when the time comes that I realise I have 3 or less hours to sleep before awakening for university I decide I'll just have to skip it. When he wakes up with me still in his bed at about 11 in the morning, he tells me he's "dissapointed" in me for missing Uni.
Hypocritical?
Anyway, this is me really just Christening your "Geometrically Loaded" side, and wishing you all the best with it :)
Faye x
I think you'd suit having a proper blog, Faye.
Thanks for Christening me. I feel suitably christened.
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