The extent of my fun was falling asleep at the park on Saturday. I really shouldn't discount it; it was probably the last chance I'll get to lay in the sun and doze until next spring.
As usual, a three-day weekend comes upon me and I manage to hang around the apartment. I'm not complaining, actually, but it would be nice to do some things now and again.
Deerhunter is soon; I should look forward to that.
Today marks one week of being smoke-free. It'll actually be one week as soon as I get to work, but I doubt I'll fall off the wagon between now and then.
Now, let the new week begin.