Here's how my Memorial Day weekend went down. I had a hard time enjoying it because I was so pissed about having to work on Monday. I can't remember much about that Saturday except for going to see a midnight showing of The Wiz. On Sunday, my girlfriend and I went over to a friend's place. I probably should have given some sort of cut-off time since I had to work in the morning, but at the same time I was just kind of like, "Eh, fuck it." We finally left around 3:00am, and I got home before 4:00, which gave me only an hour to try to get any sleep. I couldn't sleep, so I was cranky as Hell going to work. We only worked five hours, which was half a day, but it was enough to ruin my holiday. I went home and took a nap until about 4:00pm, and tried to enjoy the rest of the day.
Now it's Independence Day. I got the day off, but my couple of days off were almost ruined by car trouble. Thankfully, I didn't have to spend the entire couple of days off at home.
Why am I even writing about this?
