Day Off.

Today was my day off. The first I've had in a loooong time. I don't work 7 days a week, but the days I don't work I go to class, or I have church. And occasionally I have two things in a day, like working right before going to class, and working before I go to my volunteer work. So I never stop. And today I had nothing, not a single obligation in the world. I had planned on going to the Art Museum, to do homework, but also after that was done to just enjoy the works of art hanging there. But the Art Museum is closed only on Mondays. So my plans changed, no big thing. Now, I'd go pick up my BolderBoulder packet, buy my new running shoes so I can break them in, and get some new cute spring shirts. But that didn't happen either. Nope, my day consisted of sitting on my ass, staring at a computer screen taking care of financial aid, my resume, watching movies, and reading about Swine Flu (and being a semi-hypochondriac I was convinced for a while I had it). I never made it out of my house even though I had showered, done my hair and gotten cute to face the public. I had planned on going with my mom to do all these things. She put it off for an hour and claimed it would only be 20 minutes. Then as we were headed out she announced she had to be home at 3 because she had promised my little sister that should would accompany her to get her hair cut. It was 2:30. So it being pointless to leave just then she said we'd go out after she got back so I waited. She didn't get back till 5:30, when my other sister and her family arrived for dinner. So I asked my older sister if she would come with  me to get my things. She said yes too, and that never happened. Not her fault, when one has a screaming baby its hard to do anything. So basically my whole day was ruined. My one day off to do anything I wanted to and nothing happened. I could have gone by myself, but I am alone all the time, and today being along didn't sound appealing. Though I've been alone all day anyway, sitting in my room by myself. And the next two weeks to a month of my life will be totally consumed with work, school, and volunteer efforts, without a single day for me to do anything that I want to do just because. I hate it. I need a vacation, which won't happen because I can't afford to take any days off. I think I have to though, because I may lose it.