There's only one word that can properly describe weekends:

Yay!

The older I get, the more I look forward to each and every weekend, and I usually make tons of plans, only to abandon most of them and wind up feeling like I've wasted two precious days when Sunday evening comes around. Then again, if sitting on the couch in my boxers watching Britney Spears videos on MTV is a "waste of time", then what's the point of living? I mean, really. Pft.

This is one of those days where I really don't want to work out. Yes, there have been a lot of those days lately. But I have to. I'll pretend to exercise, but I'll just hang around and look at the girls, creepily.

The weather is beautiful. I just had to add that. No matter where in the world you're reading this, right now we've got better weather than you. It's a bit chilly, but sunny and clear (Sonny & Cher?), the air smells of spring and all things good and pretty, and everyone looks happy and content. It's the perfect evening to fall in love.

Oh, and I forgot my mobile phone at home today, so if anyone I know is reading this right now, there's your reason for why I haven't answered any calls or sent any messages. Okay? I make mistakes. I'm human. And not one of those funny, mutated humans you see in the movies.  ¶ 18:30