on the flipside
I had a totally, completely unproductive and useless weekend. Which was due in large part to my acting like a surly bitch all yesterday... but really, I couldn't help it, I felt like I'd been hit with a 2x4.

So, my weekend was a total void of getting nothing done. But instead of looking at this as a failure, I'm going to look at it as a success. Weekends are, after all, meant for the doing of NOTHING.

On top of the nothing productive I got done, managed a few fun interludes. Went to the Sat market. Ran 2.5 miles. Had some of the weirdest no-pants photos taken of me ever. Watched Underworld. Drank a ton of white wine.

So, there, it wasn't a complete loss. And all the more reason for me to get my ass in gear today, while I still have no class. It's been a success so far; by 11AM this morning, I'd pumped some iron, ran 2.8 miles, and donated ma blood to needy and starving vampire children. Err, well, the blood has been donated, but I only like to tell myself that last part to make it more awesomer.

Happy Monday, the end.