This past Monday’s Memorial Day was the first time in five years I had off from either work or class. I had the day planned out: wake up, get the daily Reach Achievements, wash some dirty laundry, clean, go out to eat with a friend or two and then relax for the remainder of the day. Great idea right?
Most of it went to plan. I even took out the trash. I was a busy little be until around 3pm. I haven’t eaten yet and I was getting hungry. I knew it was too late to each lunch but too early to eat dinner. I began sending out text messages to some friends on whether to eat or not.
Decline after decline, my heart sank lower and lower. Am I really going to spend my Memorial Day all alone? Fantastic!
Since I no longer have Facebook I was unknowing of a Brother’s birthday. Sucks, but it’s not like I was invited to celebrate it. I mean it’s not like he returns text messages anyways. Sigh, enough gripes. He’ll eventually come around and maybe text me back. Maybe.
Fast forward to this Tuesday evening when I shot after some food, and up came some bubbling dramatic crude. Yes, it was all me and I will take a bow. **Bows** Oh well. Lesson learned and so goes on to live another day. Am I still kinda pissed about being left out? Sure. Will I care later this week? Probably not. Will I call someone out on it? You betcha!
My first Memorial Day off in 5 years and I celebrated it with obligatory me time. Fail.
