What is this strange situation I am in? I'm so confused. I'm at my apartment, and it's Friday...usually a work day....I know I have work to do, but there is this force, stronger perhaps even that the pulse of life that beats through every moment....that is pulling me toward....nothing. Doing nothing. Doing nothing. It's beat fills my core. Doing nothing. Doing nothing. Doing nothing. What is this?

Something is coming to me...a hazy vision, mere shifting forms stretching out from the debts of my memory. A vague familiarity washes over me. I've been here before, in this situation. I know this place. The foggy vision comes closer, in sharper relief by the moment. Now it's clear. I have total understanding. I HAVE been here before. This is free time! I'm having free time! No pressure, no working, no drone of the everyday. Free time!

You would have thought I could figure this out, knowing that the holiday has been approaching for the last YEAR, and it came around last year too, and the year before that. I should have been prepared for the shock. Ah, free time.

Even as I typed "ah, free time" I breathed a little easier. Things have been biz-ee. I got all caught up with work and was doing really really well up until 2 weeks ago when I went back to home-sweet-home to see my friend's darling gassy baby and hang out with the most wonderful 4 Women of Independent Means that the world will ever know. Then last week boyfriend and I took an impromptu trip to New York over the weekend, which was delightful, but did nothing to help the work situation. So now I'm "celebrating" the extended July 4th weekend by doing NOTHING...at least for a few hours. And at some point I promise (myself) that I will catch up on all the work. Maybe.

There is nothing else of consequence to blog about at the moment, besides my inexpressible excitement over Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince movie coming out in a week and a half, to which I already have a ticket for the midnight show with boyfriend and two other great friends that share our obsession with the Boy Who Lived. Heh. I'm not ashamed!