usually am a stickler for sticking to the no-nonsense, sensible schedule of working hard during the weekdays and letting my hair down on weekends.

but it's friday today and i've got no plans. no nothing nada. hence i'm wondering why should i follow my own stupid rule of taking a break only when the calendar permits me to. haven't done a single bit of studying since waking up mid-morning and weirdly gleeful about the whole slothful couch potato affair.

nonstop teevee. chowing on comfort food. being utterly useless.

yet the civics & moral classes are haunting me like your mama's nagging that never really goes away even though you try to convince yourself to ignore it. the "what have you accomplished today?" mambo jumbo.

and i haven't, really. thus, if you'd excuse me, i'll have to go put on my running shoes now.

it's hard to break the rules, even if noone is watching.