I feel like I should be doing something. Taking advantage of NYC in 44 degree weather. Going downtown. Getting dangerous. Dancing the night away.
I don't think I'm going to do any of that.
I think I'm going to put on some pants, take out the trash, smoke (don't do it at home, kids), then probably collapse into a deep, restless sleep.
I have tomorrow off. Honestly, I was so on the ball and productive this week, I have nothing to do. It's truly a day off. I don't even have enough laundry to do laundry. My NYC taxes are all done. I actually might work on some... well, work. Which is sad. RE: day off.
Who knows? Maybe I won't stick to the plan. My advice? Don't.