A beer and a quesadilla at my favorite bar helps me through the week.
Summer is upon us and I feel cheated.
I haven’t been in school for over twenty years, but I still feel like I’m entitled to a break when the days get longer and the weather turns warm. This comes from years of summer break from elementary through graduate school.
I need a change to take my mind off of it. It would do me good to get out and work in the weed the flower beds, and maybe even plant a vegetable garden. The trouble is I’m already committed to going to the gym after work.
The common thread here is work. I’d have time to do the things I want to do if I didn’t have to work. But of course, I have to work to do the things I want to do.
Since I don’t play the lottery, and I’m too old for a sugar daddy to be interested, I guess I’m stuck.