So many things weigh me down on some days, especially on Mondays when I realized I didn't really relax over the weekend.
In fact last night I went out on a Sunday evening and experienced a little Charlottesville nightlife, even going to a second bar after Rapture! I never go to Miller's but I went ahead and stopped in.
And then came home and had food delivered, using a credit card with a zero balance, and somehow slept despite the humidity and the constant fear of having to write something.
So many times I'll dream of a day off, but then when I decide to take one for myself, I end up getting to work all of the same.
Anyway. No one needs to know any of this.
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