it's saturday, sunny outside, not too cold, not too hot. the weather is at a cool 66F outside
and yet i'm indoors and all i want to do is lay around and read
i've been racking my brain trying to come up with places to go to but i'm just feeling too lazy i guess
i remember a time when i was younger and i had cool stuff to do every weekend
and peeps would ask me "hey what cool stuff did you do this weekend?
" and i'd mesmerize them with tales of cool and exciting adventures i had partaken in the past 48 hours
it was like Amazing Race meets Indiana Jones kind of adventures
and today here i sit, listening to music, my dutch door open, and wanting nothing but peace and relaxation