Dear weekend,
To say that you didn't compare to last weekend would pretty much be the understatement of the century. I worked, worked and worked some more. I did clean the upstairs of my apartment (maybe will do downstairs tonight, we'll see, upstairs was in direr condition) and got to have lunch yesterday with Eliza who's in town from CO, but otherwise, nothing but work. And a little sleep. Certainly not a weekend to write home about... Oh well, guess they can't all be fabulous. And frankly, it's probably the shitty weekends like this one that make me appreciate the great ones for how great they really are.
That said, I'd rather not repeat this anytime soon.
Thanks,
me