Quit Gmail. Quit my project management application, the one with the bars that present the hours you’ve worked this week. Quit those folders with the source code of those client project. Quit all those browser tab. Why do you even still have a Facebook account? Fuck off. Open up the top buttons of you jacket. Maybe even get some junkfood on the way home, you’re drunk anyways. And you can’t count calories while you’re drunk, right?
It’s quite interesting, that winding down, just after midnight on a Friday, Saturday technically, after all the stress of the week is gone, after all the meetings are done, the emails are sent. Open up that list of movies you still want to see, look up which of them can be found on Netflix. End up at The Pirate Bay because none of them can be found elsewhere.
Open up that brightly coloured box with ‘Chicken McNuggets’ printed in big bold letters on the top. You can’t count calories while you’re drunk.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow is a new day.
And thankfully not a weekday.