The Day Off.

Sundays were never my favorite. I always dreaded another week of school, or work, or band camp. What? Don't act like you didn't...

I think I have figured out my way away from those Sunday Night Blues.

Well, I should say it worked for me tonight. The past few weeks have been full of nonstop movement between birthdays, and baptisms, and drinks, and one act festivals, and drinks, and Broadway Shows. And house guests. And Jersey. And drinks.

Today was my day! Well so was Friday, but that didn't count.

Today I dedicated myself to cleaning my room. Going through financials to be shredded I realized (AGAIN!) that I am not as good with money as I should be and that I need some restraint. It was frustrating, but I got a plan together and I am moving on.

Then I went jogging.

And came home and made a turkey burger.

And then I called my dad, and was pointless because I crashed minutes into the conversation and couldn't offer anything up.

Then a nice bath in epsom salts.

I am now sitting here feeling all dried out and relaxed.

And I welcome another week of crazy.

Now eat these and enjoy them.