Care of myself

Thank God it's finally the weekend, man. I haven't been talking about it because I hate talking about my fuckin' job, but there's been these changes at work and life has been super stressful for the past three weeks.

But, anyway, it's the weekend! Time for marijuana and fun food and guitar playing whenever I want. 

Are you going to go out, farmboy?

I dunno, man. I mean, I'm gonna have to go buy groceries at some point. And I'll probably do that. But I need some time to take care of myself, which means sleep and music and writing and reading and listening to podcasts. 

Nothing wrong with that.

No, not at all. I fuckin' earned it this week, man.