Weekends

I live from weekend to weekend. The work days in between all merge into a mess of classes, busy work, and the daily grind. I can't say what I did last week, but I can say with certainty what I did last weekend (in this case, really nothing at all. I spent hours watching Weeds and loafing around in my apartment).

I look forward to sleeping in, despite my incapability of sleeping later than 9 am. I look forward to the luxury of sitting in my room, not getting anything done, and catching up on my lost episodes of whatever TV show I happen to feel like watching that week.

Some weekends ago, I lazily wandered the streets of Hartsville, SC with neither aim nor destination. I discovered a genealogical research library as well as some side boutiques.

I ended up reading On Human Nature by E.O. Wilson in Centennial Park (if that small patch of plants can be considered a park).

All in all, a good day.

And here I am, looking forward to tomorrow, living from weekend to weekend.