It pretty much never fails. Everyday at 2:30 PM I wish I could be taking a nap. I mean, preferably in a really comfortable bed with a big down comforter and the ceiling fan on high, and cuddling but that’s besides the point.
So, yeah I’m in nap time daydream mode. I had hiccups for like twenty minutes straight about an hour ago. Luckily my manager “scared” me and it got rid of them.
It’s Friday afternoon, and I’m sure there are plenty of things I should want to do after work, but really? I just want to go home and do yoga, and go for a jog and then maybe craft with 500 Days of Summer on in the background. I’m sorry, do I sound eighty? Oh well.
On the yoga note, I do this weird Pilates/yoga combo I found on Netflix a while ago. It’d been a few months since I’d done it, but once I start-up again it’s kind of addicting. There are plenty of worse things my addictive tendencies could be targeting, so that’s fine by me.