arvy

I have the Sunday blahs. It's that anticipation of having to go to work tomorrow, the rush to hurry up and enjoy my last few hours of relaxation, and trying to cook (aka fuck up) a new dinner.



I had a date last night with a new girlie. She was surprisingly cool. I danced in 4" clog heel boots.

<yawn> ... time to pretend that I get the week off.

xo