I took the day off from doing any real work. I slept in until noon and got caught up on sleep from the week (which has become my standard Saturday activity of late). I read some Lord of the Rings, perused Atlas, and didn't leave my apartment until 6pm. At 6pm, I went for a run around the hilly park near where I live. It was pretty humid out and I felt pretty bad. My stomach was also rather irritable. It was a rough 10 miles. I came back and ate chicken noodle soup for dinner as I perused Atlas. I went grocery shopping and paid bills in the evening. It's incredible ow short the day is when you sleep through half of it.
Is it odd that I wake up at 7:30 on weekends?
