Oh, the weekend. Glorious.

I cannot WAIT to leave this office. Eight hours isn't a lot to work, and this job is amazing, but I feel cooped up and anxious and almost breathless with the I-need-to-get-out-of-here feeling.

I really want to get out there and see movies this weekend (particularly Slumdog Millionaire and The Wrestler) but I will probably end up staying in and watching some old favorites. Feels like it might be that kind of weekend, especially since I'm trying to save up some serious money.

This is terribly short. But that's all I got for now, hear me?