Fridays

There is a sense of relief that comes with Friday - that soon I will have an open schedule to do the rest of my life, that I won't sit in a cube and shuffle papers and get paid; I'll have two entire days to fill out the rest of my existence.
Yet there is that overwhelming sadness that I know I will just sit and watch Tivo, convince myself sunbathing is a severly worthwhile activity, and try to mix in some snacks with my vodka drinks.
Tomorrow the dog gets a haircut. I am trying to set up the day so I won't just go home and wait for her to get done. But its all on me! There is no one to call to meet me somewhere, no other appointment to get to. I could get my haircut but it would be a walkin appointment and I've let it go this long so whats another week or three.
At 26 I feel like I am wasting my life on a daily basis - and the self sabatoge is the only thing that makes me feel like I am experiencing some of what life has to offer.
Maybe I'll get hooked on running when my knee heals and transfer my reliance on Hershey Kisses to an unhealthy need to run. Better get some shoes... maybe tomorrow ;)