Last week was tiring. There was:
- 1 mid-week late night party
- 1.5 days of semi-sickness
- at least 3 (and maybe 4) days of working late
- 1 working Saturday (though working Saturdays at Webly have become a lot of fun)
- and only one Sunday
Normally, I don’t really like Sundays. There’s too much end-of-weekend pressure to be productive. But on weeks when Saturdays don’t feel like they should feel, you take what you get. And all you get is Sunday. And this Sunday has been a sad waste, on account of extended-family things.
So, I’m feeling a little bit rebellious. And on days when I feel rebellious I wear big t-shirts to work. I also wear big t-shirts to work when I feel happy or contented or comfy. And definitely when I’m sick. Some might say I wear big t-shirts a lot. I don’t know.
In any case, as a symbol of protest, and also as a symbol of celebration for the sudden bursts of creative productivity I’ve had over the past few weeks, I will wear big t-shirts the whole of next week.
Every. Single. Day.
I have a feeling I might run out of wearable big t-shirts this week. But I also have a feeling that the three I ordered just now might make it to me in time to save the day. Oops. Week.
You could have lived your whole life without knowing this, but I’ve been too silent here for too long. I figure a bit of random banter might be okay right now.