Laborious Labor Day

Labor Day is normally a day of rest. That day before summer ends and school begins. A day to reflect on a job well done. The last day to wear my white linen pants and white sandals. Okay so I don't really own those, but if I did yesterday would be the last day I could wear them.

In reality, Labor Day is not relaxing for all. For instance, the sales reps at Best Buy seemed harried from the crazy mobs of incoming college students and their overtired parents.

I rolled out of bed late, made myself some breakfast, and watched a little Regis and Kelly. I fell asleep in front of the television, before motivating to make an appearance in the lab. At the lab I called my mother, split my cells, and avoided all eye contact with my advisor. Then it was off to Best Buy and Staples to buy some school supplies. Fighting off the crowds was tiring work so I walked a nearby deli to get a sandwhich. At the deli I found Vitamin Water for sale, so I bought 10 bottles. I loaded all my wares in my trusy backpack and trekked home. It was a little heavier than expected.

At home, I convinced my roomate C to help me tidy up a bit. I rode my bike to B and S's apartment to pick up some Polish vodka. Back to the apartment, to which I saw C had cleaned quite a bit. This cleanliness spurred on the desire to wet mop/vac all the floors. I cooked dinner, feat onto itself, and ate it in front of "Two and a Half Men." I showered got ready for bed, and was getting ready to do some paperwork when I realized I had not pre-orderd my picks for my fantasy football team. I stressed about it for an hour and realized I was just screwed so I picked my top 25 and let the autodraft do the rest. (which by the way was a huge mistake). I did a little bit of paper work and went to lala land.

Whew. I need a non-labor day.