I miss the weekend

This is how I feel every Monday. The idea of starting another week is just depressing to me. It's not that I dislike my job, I just dislike responsibility. I'm in a phase where I can't sit still. Going home to "relax" after work doesn't appeal to me. But it's what I've gotta do, especially when I'm borderline broke and desperately in need of clean towels and underwear.

I'm coming up with all these plans in my head and I hope they will actually happen. For example, I really want to go to Solvang for the weekend and ride bikes from winery to winery. I've heard you can do that. It's not really drunk driving if you're on a bike, right? But maybe I should purchase a helmet. I'm also hoping it works out that I can help throw my friend Sydney a bachelorette party which will take place in West Hollywood on a tbd Friday or Saturday evening. And I want to go camping again. Among other things.

I rode the train from LA to Irvine this weekend and it reminded me of Amsterdam, aka the first place I ever took a train. And it really really made me want to be back there. The experience was different this time as I did not have an awkward encounter with a dutch train attendant because I used the bathroom while the train was stopped, which apparently is a major faux pas. "No sprecken ze deutsch" is what I should have said but I decided to go with "I'm American." That explains any act of idiocy I discovered.
I'm at the end of my day and was tired of staring at the clock waiting for my freedom, so that is really the point of this post. To keep my eyes off the clock.
RW