So what did I choose to do with my one free day? Something fun, right? Something creative, right? Something relaxing, right? Not exactly. It’s already 2:20 on a Saturday and I’ve spent the morning and part of the afternoon working on Day Job stuff. Pretty pathetic, I know.
Now in my defense, I don’t have the kind of Day Job where I’m working for “the Man.” At my job, I am “the Man.” Still, I need to be more protective in the future of my “me” time. Scratch that. Forget about the future and let’s get this party started now.