Here’s how the last 22.5 hours have gone for me:

• 8:15 PM: leave work. Assaulted by awful reggae band and throngs of Harry Potter nerds outside the Indigo on Bay Street. What those two have in common is beyond me; maybe if I read the books I’d understand.
• 8:30 PM: arrive at Fieramosca to meet Nellie, CBGB and two other friends. See M2H2 eating dinner there as well.
• 8:35 PM: finish first glass of wine. Did I mention it’s been a long week?
• 12:30 AM: finish spectacular meal and close down restaurant.
• 1:00 AM: arrive home for sleep. Glorious, glorious sleep.
• 9:00 AM: wake up, read half of the newspaper, answer some emails.
• 10:00 AM: go back to bed. Wrestle sleeping cats & wife for some space and a pillow.
• 2:00 PM: get out of bed. Literally cannot remember the last time I slept this late. Eat, shower, try to summon energy.
• 3:30 PM: get haircut. My head feels like someone pulled a prickly towel off of it.
• 4:00 PM: stop by the office to get my laptop. Run into PC and his son on the way out. Pick up cat food.
• 5:00 PM: grab treat from Starbucks, come home, plant ass on chair, get caught up on world happenings.
• 6:45 PM: write this blog post.

I suppose I should have taken it easy last night, gotten up early today and done some work, but I think this approach will pay off in the long run. I needed a night off, and taking a day off feels pretty goddamn good as well.

[tags]day off[/tags]