Normally I’m quite happy to spend a Saturday relaxing and not accomplishing much. We both woke up feeling the effects of Friday night’s sangria, leaving us more unmotivated than usual. Yet for some reason, I felt a bit guilty about my laziness today. What has become of me? I just had this nagging sense of anxiety that I should be doing something. I could never seem to figure out what it was, though. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll be able to come up with a new post for Awesome on $20. I need three things for next week. Any ideas?
The highlight of the day happened before 10 am. Geoff claims that the only cure for a hangover is McDonald’s breakfast, but we got there and it was closed due to a power outage. We found ourselves starving on Waialae and had no choice but to get breakfast at Big City Diner. It was the first time we’d gone to a proper restaurant since all of our guests left. I felt a bit guilty about spending the money, but not as happy as I felt eating the cinnamon bread french toast. You have to treat yourself sometime.
I hope tomorrow I can figure out what it is I’m supposed to do. I hope I can unscramble my brain long enough to get some writing done. Focus, kid. Focus.