My budget spreadsheets are due today, I have a mountain of miscellaneous editing to do, and what have I accomplished this morning? Well, I’ve checked some of my favorite websites, read The Onion’s movie reviews, checked some of my favorite journals, checked the weather, looked for more graduate school programs, ate a donut, and compiled a very wonderful list of things that need to be done today, tomorrow, and Sunday. Procrastinate, much?

I know it’s a Friday and a pay day, and I have the entire weekend off, but I’m still feeling very Sleepy Spice today. I’m fantasizing about warm fuzzy blankets and cuddly snoring beagles nearby. Or a bubble bath. Yes, a bubble bath followed with my fuzzy blanket scenario. That would be nice.

Unfortunately, this is not to be. When I finally stop procrastinating and get down to work (maybe I didn’t deserve that raise after all), I have about a hundred things to check off my color-coded list as well as about a dozen phone calls to make. Tonight I have plans to finally go out with my old pal Todd. Todd was one of my Sammy’s friends. See, before Sam was my sexy fireman he was my sexy garbage man (believe me, they exist), and when he was my sexy garbage man, he had a partner that he drove with all day. That partner was Todd. Todd, Sam, and I spent a lot of time together when Sam and I first started dating. He was a complete sweetheart, and I truly miss him. He’s going through a lot right now, a divorce with a chronically ill wife who has just moved to a nursing home among them, so I think he could probably use a few drinks and some mindless banter with a mindless editor.

Tomorrow I intend to hit the usual Saturday stops (bank and post office) before taking the dogs to the vet, dropping my mountain bike off at my favorite bike shop for some maintenance, scrubbing the interior of my car (I can’t take the gasoline fumes any longer), and visiting my parents. I wanted to squeeze a haircut in at some point, it’s almost at my waist right now and it’s somewhat annoying. I’m not sure I’ll have time, though, and I’m not sure how short I want to go. I’m sort of a chicken when it comes to my hair, to be honest. I’m terrified of “the bad haircut.” I’ve had one or two, and they’re pretty traumatic. Anyway, not sure what I’ll do that night. Perhaps some wine and DVD’s with Jessica? Or G&Ts with John? Or some PS2 action with little Jeff? I’m still unsure.

Sunday is wide open so far. I predict breakfast with Jessica and perhaps a nap. That’s as far as I’m willing to guess. I fear I’ll end up bored out of my mind, wishing I had worked so that I could at least do something constructive. It’s absolutely ridiculous that I can hardly enjoy time off these days. I feel strange when I’m not working all of the time. Go figure.

Last night was a pretty easy night as well. I was at the rest. less than three hours. Talk about a dead night. Not that I’m complaining. I went home and had brownies for dinner, so I was content.

Well, off to budget and edit…unless I decide to go to lunch first? Decisions, decisions.