Light peeks through the closed curtains and I wipe the tired from my eyes. The first thought is coffee and what to do today, as if I need to actually do anything on a Saturday.

A somber silence fills the house, it seems that I am the only one here. I welcome the thought of alone time, yet at the same time I wish someone was here.

Maybe someone who genuinely cared of the thought of waking next to me, hell, I'd even take someone who was miserable at the thought.

My body is tired from the week that ended faster than expected and my mind is exhausted from the thought of having to do it again the day after tomorrow. This working for a living thing is proving to be a chore.

These random ramblings from a tired man feel necessary and un-necessary all at the same time, yet I feel better nonetheless now that I have let them leave my thoughts.

Let's get this weekend over with, So a new one can begin.