Sorry, I forgot I had a blog.
I took last week off work, desperate for a break. I spent the first weekend helping a friend move, the last weekend celebrating OLK's birthday, and the week in between following a strict regime:
Wake up.
Lounge around for the morning watching Sons Of Anarchy.
Have breakfast at noon and work on music for a few hours.
Have lunch around 4pm, then go sailing.
Get stinking drunk at the sailing club, and head home just before the subway closes.
Rinse.
Repeat.
It was a good week.
First thing: helping a friend move is in no way taking a break. Glad though that a true break did kick in after that!!!
ReplyDelete