blankI go to bed, I sleep, I wake up, I feed the cats, I go to work, I come home, I feed the cats, I go to bed, I sleep, I wake up...and so on and so forth.
Hardly the stuff that dreams are made out of, eh? I'd say thank God it's Friday, but my weekends aren't much different: it's just the same old, same old every time.
I might as well just...hang on, I might as well just WHAT? Snap out of it, and get ready for another day in life's great adventure?
::shrugs::
Alright then.
