you know what i’ve realized since i’ve began
working an actual job? there truly is only one weekend day, and that day is
saturday. friday is the beginning of the weekend, but i work. the only perk of
friday is payday every other week, and i get to stay up late with no real
consequence. saturday, i don’t work and i can stay up late. sunday though, i
don’t work, but i have to go to bed at a decent time. i guess what i’m saying
is, a weekend day (by definition to me) is a day in which one doesn’t work and
can stay up late with no real repercussion. i texted dbaze that i lowkey dread
sundays, and he told me he calls them the sunday scaries. doing this for the
next 40 some odd years is scary now that i think about it.
something’s gotta budge because i’m not trying to live in fear anymore.
-ratha, 11:34pm, 5.16.21