I woke up this morning hoping and wishing it was Saturday. It wasn't.
I knew it was going to be one of those days that nobody should talk to me.
The list of things to do this week has got bigger and bigger and I feel somewhat swallowed up and spat out.
With the boyfriend away working this weekend, I think it's the perfect excuse for me to stay in my sweat pants, organise the apartment, make a blog button (i'll let you know how that one goes!) and watch Sex and the City.
And maybe live off grilled cheese and pesto sandwiches a la pinterest!? It's acceptable right - it is the weekend after all.