I have to work tomorrow. Nyr! It seemed like a good idea at the time, you know, be nice, say yes, be a team player.
Ah! Fuck that shit! I don't want to work tomorrow. I must learn to say no to Boris, I don't care if she has to go interstate for an appointment she just has to keep.
And now when it comes to Thursday night, I get to thinking, I don't want to work tomorrow. What was I thinking?
Today, I took the dogs for a walk early, I made lasagne for lunch, I sniffed around the shops while that was cooking, and I lay on the couch for the afternoon and did fuck all, full of lasagne.
I would much rather be doing that tomorrow than working on my day off. I don't need to work extra days. I've just got to stop being so nice.
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