Give Me My Weekend Back

So yesterday we celebrated my grandfather’s 94th birthday, which means I had no time to do anything at all. It also means that naturally I couldn’t get up earlier than noon today which would have been okay if we didn’t already have a theater date in Cologne this evening.

So my weekend, which by the way I could have spent watching Firefly, flew by like it never ever happened.

The good side is that I got to see a lot of my relatives and I actually nourished my much neglected cultural appetite by seeing the most possibly shortest version of Hamlet. Honestly, it started at 7:30 and we were out of the theater by 9:10. Which, considering my state of very strained receptivity, wasn’t all to bad. Hamlet was also very young and very cute.

I would write more, but I can’t. The prospect of a full five days before the next weekend is just starting to scare and to bug me. I want my weekend back. One without plans if you please.