Weekends are good things...

...for procrastinating in.

Until I started this stint of breakfast radio on the Arrrr's, I was happily unemployed, living a six-month stint of the life of leisure, during which time weekends lost their spice a little. When every day is a "sleep in til you damn well feel like it" sort of day, there's little to differentiate weekends from weekdays - apart from the fact that it's easier to talk your friends into going out and getting smashed with you on weekends, seeing as they don't have to work the next day.

Now that I'm back in the world of working five days a week (albeit only temporarily) I'm loving my weekends, although dagnabbit, they just aren't long enough.

This weekend I was supposed to:

• Do the laundry
• Do the dishes
• Go to the gym
• See at least one film (I'm catching up, you see)
• Write up an interview for MCV
• Write up a DVD review for Beat
• Read through a stack of media releases from people wanting coverage for their shows on RRR
• Go out and get laid
• Read a little
• Work on a short story idea I had last week.
• And go to the Barbara Kruger exhibition at ACCA.

Instead, with only half of Sunday left, so far this weekend I've managed to:

• Get drunk on a bottle of wine on Friday night while watching A Very Long Engagement and had a good cry over the film's sweet if overly-complex romanticism (a good cry is a good thing, in my book, but feel free to disagree).
• Read the Saturday Age - quite an undertaking given the size of the damn thing.
• Go to the gym with Andrew and Darren, followed by a healthy lunch at the Vegi Bar (ok, so I can cross one thing off my list!).
• Come home afterwards, had one glass of chardy, and decided to have a nap at 5pm on Saturday.
• Woke up 16 hours later, at 9am Sunday!
• Read the Sunday Age.

Now, in an attempt to put off dull things like housework and laundry, I'm blogging. Dear me (he says, channeling the spirit of his mother), where has the weekend gone?!