Saturday... again.

Whatever happened to those days where one actually looked forward to Saturday? I remember when Saturday was the ONE day a week where I was guarunteed to not have to do a single thing, where spontaneity ruled the day. But not anymore... today its work, or housework, or outside work, or helping a friend move, or more of the same inane drivel that fills the nice quiet voids in my life... perfect example for today. My roommate and I went out Friday night, we didnt stay out too late, around midnight, didnt get too hammered, and came home and played video games til around 2am or so. I had to work Sat night and I wanted to sleep in late so I wouldnt have any problems staying up all night at the hotel. I'm sleeping very, very soundly at around 9am when my phone goes off, its my exwife, and she has graced me with a text message... yay. Here's the conversation:



Her: "Hey... I have to work today, can you burn me a CD?"

Me: "Yes."

Her: "Did you guys have fun last night?"

Me: "Yes."

Her: "Thats cool, so what are you doing up so early?"

Me: "I'm up because you fucking woke me up."

*turns off phone*



By this time, I'm already too pissed to go back to sleep, so I get up and start the day... wayyyy too early.... so here I am at 2am in the morning, bleary-eyed, and waiting for the coffee to finish perking, and seriously wishing that I had been able to spend my Saturday with Julia, but...

Sometimes your the bug, and sometimes.... your the motherfuckin windshield.