or maybe the week or month or year or whatever. depending on when i got around to my final, the amount of weekend i had could be longer or shorter (i took it saturday night, got a B, meh). but we kind of got fucked on the weekend anyway.
friday was exhausting, saturday was every fucking thing we tried to do got thwarted (seriously, who the fuck runs out of iced tea?! who charges double for decaf?) and sunday started off just wrong.
- no hot water (so no laundry or cleaning)
- no pancakes (not much in the way of cooking at all)
- no fucking offense worth a damn for the raiders (and no QB’s either)
- not enough time to make pizza without dying
just, wretched.
and then there was CSS at the paradise. and it was fucking awesome. every weekend needs to end with an awesome sauce concert, really.
i’d be less full of murder-rage.
