Today was supposed to have been a day without work. It was supposed to be a day of relaxation and recuperation after a very intense moment. Today was not that kind of day.
In the end it wasn’t a horrible day. It was just another day. For some reason that feels somehow worse, but I can’t put my finger on exactly what it could be.
I think as I age my rebelliousness turns its attention to apathy and waste.
Maybe I can use today’s apathy to fuel a great weekend?