Ahh, it’s that time of the year when I can wake up on a Monday morning, and not feel the anxious feeling of knowing that I have a finite amount of time to brush my teeth, get dressed, let the dog out, and get out on the road, before a very tiny window of time that separates a 45-minute commute from a 60+ minute commute.
For it is Confederate Memorial Day observed in the great state of Georgia, and I do not have to work today.
This is kind of like the feeling of watching your favorite sports team’s arch-rivals losing to a third party. After your favorite sports team has already lost for the day.
I went to Publix this morning, so I could get some food to make for myself for the next few days, as I will be flying solo for a little bit. It was deserted, and I had my veritable pick of the best of everything, as the shelves and produce sections were freshly stocked and prepared for the rest of the day that was barely two hours open for business. It put me in such a chipper mood, that I decided to spoil myself with some fresh baked goods; I bantered with the woman behind the counter about how refreshingly empty the store was, and as she was not yet exasperated by greedy, selfish entitled customers yet, we both shared a laugh over the relaxation. I checked out to zero wait, and left the store with zero traffic, and made my way back home, to where I could enjoy my donut and coffee while arrogantly boasting on my brog about how I have today off.
Naturally, I feel the need to really drive home this day off with a fun activity, and that will be accomplished when I go, by myself, like a pathetic loser, to watch Furious7 (RIP Paul Walker). It’s funny, considering the movie’s been out for like a month, it still commands over eight showings a day at my local theater. Vroom vroom motherfuckers.
However, I’m realizing that there is still somewhat of a laundry list of things that I feel the need to accomplish, today, to make it feel like I’m making the best of my day off, regardless of how much I feel like I deserve a day where I should do jack shit but watch trashy television, eat like a slob, and play ARAM until it’s time to go to bed.
Being an adult sucks sometimes. Whatever, Happy Confederate Memorial Day, I’m not at work, and you (probably) are.
