the usual sunday night jibber-jabber

Well the weekend, to be fair, was fair. Couple of drinks on Friday, a bit of poker with the peeps on Saturday (good times), and a totally wasted Sunday consisting of gym, TV and cold pizza.

Now 12am, I feel a sense of deja vu - another weekend has come and gone, and I've done what I've always done and got what I've always gotten. Not to say the weekend was bad, but let's just say it lacked some level of satisfaction and fulfillment. The administrative stuff I procrastinate over is left undone, save for the odd basket of laundry and bill payment. Yes, I've done some exercise and got some sleep, but am I revitalized? Nope. The prospect of another week of work looms large - and I realize something's got to give. Work wise, life wise, it's all just stagnated.

The weeks keep fleeting by, like the blurred/fuzzy image of Rosie O' Donnell passing by in her chase for the ice-cream truck, and nothing much changes. And it really is my own fault. I make no active effort to make the most of my free time, and I think it's a trap a lot of us fall into. We work 5 days out of 7, and we probably will for another 40 odd years until we retire - so we better fucking well make use of those 2 days, wouldn't you agree?

I have never been a planner, but that's about to change. My life has been on autopilot for the last few years, but I am taking back control of the reigns baby.