The Beach is Overrated.

My spring break begins tomorrow. Actually, one could say that it began at 10:30 am on Friday, but let's not get technical.
I have big plans; big for me at least.

Tomorrow (Monday) I go to Auburn to visit a great friend of mine. I haven't seen her in quite a while, and have never been to Auburn, so I think it's about time to go. I'm not sure what we will do, but it will most likely involve coffee, books, and cynical expressions like, "...but what's the point anyway?" I love talking to her.

Tuesday is an open day. Subject to change without notice at any time according to my own discretion.

Wednesday will be interesting. I will have a cabin-ish house at my disposal until Thursday. C.fox is the guest of honour. I am visualizing outdoor grilling, cards, music, and arthouse films. Subject to change.

Thursday is also open, depending on the events of Tuesday. Possibly a free day, possibly obligatory family time.

Friday will be hard for me because I forgot to ask off from work. I will go from a week of freedom and enjoyment to a night of work and misery.

Saturday... More work, then Legacy yard party. Should be enjoyable.

Sunday... take a guess. Work. Back to the house. Preparing for the coming week. Back to groundhog week.

Why am I itemizing my week? I have no idea.
In other news, there is no news. Good night and good luck.