independence day, memorial day, labor day. . . all holidays i detest. i’m not a sit outside in the sweltering as mostiquoes nosh quietly on my rich blood and watch colored fire explode in the sky kinda girl.

i don’t like the pressure these holidays put on me. the pressure to do, to do something. to have plans. to travel or camp or barbecue or shit sit in the sun and bake or something. i hate this kind of pressure.

you have the before holiday pressure: so what are you doing? camping? drinking? what? what? long weekend, do stuff, do, do, do!

then after the holiday pressure: so what did you do over the long weekend?

bah! i hate it.

before he left yesterday the bossman asked me what i had planned for the extended weekend.

“i have a heaping helping of nothing that i hope to accomplish but i’m not sure i’ll have enough time.”

he just backed away quietly.

do i really need something to do? i just want to do nothing! i hate being pressured to fill all my time productively– most of which comes from me. and really whose to say that just hanging out finishing the cheese monkeys and rearranging my book collection accordingly isn’t productive?