Three day weekends are the best

The way my schedule is arranged this semester, I am off every Friday. No need to visit the campus at all. That is truly greatness. Unfortunately, I also use this day to rest and relax. Which is also what I do on Saturday. And Sunday. I generally lay around like a useless glob of shit all weekend, then I'm up until 4 am on Monday night trying to play catch up.
Think I'm kidding? Check my blog next week. As much as I hope this doesn't happen, it always does. I'm just one lazy mf on the weekend.

Tonight I'm going to a buddy's house to watch the Mavs game and drink some beer. It's either that or stay home for Friday "Movie Night" where the kids'll be watching Fantastic 4. Beer sounds a bit more entertaining, I think. I've been feeling a little unenergetic this year regarding partying. I haven't really had that great of a time drinking in months. When I have drank lately, with every intention of getting wasted, I always find my self petering out after a few. Even the random beer at lunch has not interested me recently. My brother told me something a while back, commenting on my propensity to binge. He said that I need to start looking at alcohol as a beverage, not as a competition or sport. Point well taken. He could be right.

***Possible weekend timeline***
Shop for Valentine's Day, even though I don't want to.
Realize that anything I order online will probably not make it here in time.
Curse the world I live in.
Set out for the mall.
Wander aimlessly, look at prices. Shake head in disbelief.
Go home.
Take a nap.
Eat.
Take a nap.
Realize I'll be out of town on Valentine's Day anyway.
Pretend like I forgot, or find a way to blame it on my wife.
Wonder why my key doesn't fit the locks.
Watch from sidewalk as wife burns my books in the fireplace out of anger/hatred.
Start moving from one homeless shelter to another.
Become a heroin addict.
Spend several years on the streets being ass-raped by other homeless.
Write a best-selling novel about my experiences.
Die a holed-out drughead before it makes me any money.
Wife able to move to the Bahamas on royalties. Takes up with cabana boy named Juan Felipe.

I hate Valentine's Day.