Having a normal person weekend

Yesterday I got up at a decent hour, went for a haircut, went to the gym (and didn't throw up), and then went to the movies. I was on the phone with my mother in the late afternoon and remarked how normal my day was, how I'm becoming a normal person sort of, whatever that means. Usually I try to do as little as possible on the weekends -- as in, literally moving as little as possible, since, during the week, I feel like I'm constantly on sensory overload with so much stuff, hundreds of phone calls, thousands of emails, and dozens and dozens of people to see. But moving around isn't all that bad after all. Trying to continue my normal weekend streak today. Maybe even going BACK to the gym. The hypnosis must really be working...

"Observe Everything. Always think for yourself. Never let other people make important decisions for you." — from Bad News by Edward St. Aubyn