medium rare is the way to go

The long weekend was significant for two reasons:
- I did jack shit
- It marks three years of bachelorhood/working full time (in that order)

I'm immensely proud of the first reason. I miss doing nothing. Sure, work has been quiet (I've spent most of the recent weekdays looking for album artwork and pimping up my new wife). But I still have to do the walk-up-walk-down-pretend-to-be-deep-in-thought routine. Which, if executed properly, does take up quite a bit of time.

So it's nice to be on my lazy ass and decide that 12pm is WAYYyYYyYYy too early to get up. And I can do it again at 2pm. Then wake up and read or download more music. When you have below-average looks and you don't drive a beamer, music's a decent way to impress women; if you wear a mask or do it over msn.

I'm glad my mum taught me how to be realistic about things.

As for the second reason, I'm not sure. Work is a fact of life everyone not born with a silver spoon up their ass has to face, so I can't do much about that. Bachelorhood is an entirely different issue. Sure it's awesome fantastic great. But there are always those little moments, when you think of how nice it could be bla bla bla bla. Even so, it's ok. I'm happy I can just shrug it off with 4 beers.

To end seriously, honestly, like the cheeseburgers and ice lemon teas taught us today – we can't have it all, can we?