That’s what I am today.
I played ukulele instead of reviewing.
I updated twitter instead of writing something meaningful and fictional.
I’m headed to a film about Valentino instead of reading something important (or just next up on my reading list: The Lassa Ward: One Man’s Fight Against One of the World’s Deadliest Diseases and Under Maui Skies and Other Stories).
Some people would say . . .
that’s what weekends are for
making up for what you didn’t do during the week.