Saturday I had semi-plans.
Semi because I had plans to see friends. But have no idea what we would be doing, where we would be going, or when I was supposed to meet them.
As a planner, please understand how this would give me serious anxiety.
But I got past it. Or as much as my obsessive compulsive brain allowed me to.
At least everything got done and out of the way early. Especially since my “sleeping in” was sleeping until 7am.
Being a responsible adult sucks so hard.
And because I’m responsible, I also got in my workout and even logged some time on my work lap top. On a Saturday.
Again- it sucks so harrrrrddddd…
But things got done. Because you gotta work hard to play hard.
It was noon after this was served, by the way.
Like 12:30 at least.
12 hours later, I was found shaking my booty on the dance floor with some of my favorite roommates from college.
Must have been thanks to another pair of lucky socks, eh?
Responsibility. I guess it’s only in my vocabulary half the time.
Nothing wrong with that.
Party on, dudes.