I have a normal routine I go through on weekends. It usually starts about 5pm on Sunday when it dawns on me the weekend is pretty much over. I normally let out an audible moan/whine (imagine you've just told a 10 year old he can't stay up late...awwwww) when it hits me. I then go through the remainder of my weekend in a semi-pissed-off mood. By Monday morning my mood has improved slightly. Usually when the alarm goes off at 7am on Monday my first thought is about all the money I pissed away from age 20 to 24. Had I invested that money wisely I probably would have no use for an alarm clock today. Unfortunately I didn't invest it wisely opting instead to spend it on booze and women with low self-esteem. Some people would say I wasted it, those people would be wrong. Usually by 10am on Monday I'm back into my regular job and life and good to go.
However, this weekend I was not upset or sad that it was almost over. In fact I was amazed with the amount of stuff that was packed into one weekend. I had a good night on Friday, I spent most of Saturday watching college football. I went to the races with my friend Jen on Saturday night. I took the kid and her friend to the State Fair on Sunday. So my weekend was comprised of: beer, football, making fun of rednecks while being a redneck, corn dogs, football, mowing the lawn, church, carnival rides, lots and lots and lots of rednecks, deep-fried candy bars, roasted corn, blue-ribbon rabbits, chickens, carnie...carnys...how the hell do you spell people that work at the carnival? Anyways, it was an awesome freaking weekend. My life rocks.
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