When I wake up every day, I always thank God for the gift of being alive. But Thursday is a special day for me, it is near to perfection, to my rest day. (Friday is the off day in the Middle East)
When I was young, weekend means to me for fun; going to the malls, movies, drinking, partying and going home very late. I had so much fun in those days. I am about to kill myself from exhaustion.
When I am right now, weekend means relaxation and “me time”. I almost hate myself for being too comfortable to be alone than to be with someone else. I always ask myself if I miss something important out there, and keep reminding myself to go out, and look for rather valuable activities to do.
Today is Thursday and it’s about to end. I made things to do;