Ups and Downs

This week = challenge, in as many ways as you can imagine short of running a marathon.

But enough of that. Time to plan the glorious weekend.

FRIDAY: Worksome. Then off to the liquor store for my weekly stash of $7 wine (bottle the size of my torso) and $15 "very rare Scottish" whiskey - which, I discovered two nights ago, tastes like shit on its own. THEN Keith picks me up, as I will probably be drunk upon returning to my apartment, and we fly off into the dusk wielding unicorns and chain saws.

SATURDAY: Sleep-in is key. Then Wegmans. Then feast. Or beach. Or scary elephant. OH THE POTENTIAL.

SUNDAY: Sorry dude, but I gotta to do laundry at some point.

[Note: It is imperative that I do not stop for a second to think.]

[Second Note: I will most likely bring up unhappy topics sometime despite this non-thinking.]