sneaky

i feel so delightfully sneaky. i'm sitting at home, in my pajamas, at 3 pm.

i don't have the day off.
i'm not sick
i just...didn't go.

i don't feel bad at all, mainly because i had absolutely no work to do today anyways. somehow, the stars aligned on this one day, and i have no meetings, nothing due, nada. at most, i could be doing expense reports and time entry. so rather than sit bored at my desk all day, pretending to do work, i decided to just not go.

granted i let people know i wasn't coming. this morning, when i woke up at 9 am, i told my project team and the admins...i obviously had to lie, and i said i had food poisoning from mexican food i had for dinner last night.

ah, last night. it was bizarre. i drove home around 7 with the noble plan of going for a jog, doing laundry, and then passing out. instead, my ass found its way to the sofa (our sofa is too damn comfy) and i passed out...at 7 pm. next thing i know, i woke up at 1:30 am. i had missed calls from friends i was supposed to meet up with, i hadn't gotten anything done...and it was then that i realized, what the hell, i'm just not going to go tomorrow.

yesterday i was pretty depressed for some reason, but today, the sun is shining in through the balcony and it's absolutely beautiful outside. i don't regret this at all. i've gotten shit done too: i cleaned my apt, did laundry, cooked a very healthy lunch for myself, and watched some quality r&BB. as soon as my laundry's out of the dryer, i'll go for a jog, shower, and be able to hang out with friends as if i just got off work.

i'm so thrilled with myself right now, i'm grinning. taking one single, bland wednesday off for no planned reason has made me feel 100x better than i did yesterday...ridiculous. i recommend it to all who have the balls...just do it.