I remember the days when I could stay up all night partying until three in the morning and still get up at seven to be at work on time. I could do it for several nights in a row and really feel nothing. Lately, by the time eleven rolls around I am ready to lie in the bed and pass out. Part of it is the weed I’m sure but the other part of it is getting older I think. Bleh.
So I’m up early on a Saturday morning again. I’m going into work today. My job is so easy that I feel nothing when I volunteer to work four hours on a Saturday. It goes by so quickly that it’s over. By the time I get off from work I’m already dressed and ready to do my thing in the city on a Saturday afternoon. And when I get my check and see how fat it is after all that overtime, I’m even more pleased. So there you go.
Today is 4/20. I wanted to come up with a witty post about marijuana and smoking and so forth but I don’t have the energy to think of anything insightful. :o) Maybe someone could explain where exactly the phrase 420 came from. I’ve heard so many different stories and no one seems to agree on anything except that it represents marijuana.
I’ve been going to Starbucks all week and the service hasn’t been that bad. I’m happy. I’ll be stopping there today too on my way in to work. I need the coffee to give me a jolt.
Happy Saturday. :o)
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