I didn't even bother trying to stay in the office past noon today. I checked out just before 8am this morning and as was the case yesterday, I did not look back. I have plenty of vacation time anyway, so in the end, I just said, "Fuck it", and made my way out the door. I don't think I'm going to go into the office tomorrow morning, though I suppose if I did, I could get in a small amount of overtime. I typed that way too quickly actually. I may have to reconsider that. Being that technically, the office is closed tomorrow anyway, there is a strong possibility that tomorrow ends up feeling like a typical Saturday for me. I do well on the Saturdays I do work, being that I'm by myself and I don't have to worry about being pestered by anyone, so maybe tomorrow won't be as taxing on my nerves as most weekdays tend to be. I'll have to keep an open mind on this one. Tomorrow is definitely an option.
If I get out at 9am tomorrow, I'll have the rest of the day to do nothing. I'll likely look to get some game time in and hop back into Battlefield 6 again. I could always find myself writing too. That's always an option. I could also decide that I want to be doubly productive and continue to work from home, away from the office setting that I just left. It's all writing just the same, whether I'm in the office or sitting at home, and because I got hit pretty hard at work dating back to the beginning of November, I know that I have more than enough to do on the work front to keep my busy. Oh, the possibilities are endless. Then again, I could just sit on my ass and just watch nonsense on YouTube, which is typically what I do during the week when I'm at work anyway. The difference is that I'd be completely cutting out the work part of that whole equation.
My fantasy football season came to an end this past weekend. In a 10-team league, I ended up finishing third, which I will gladly take because I believe that those who finish in the top three in this league get some form of monetary prize. You can call it a consolation all you like, but I'm definitely going to call it a victory, albeit a small one, but a victory nonetheless. At the end of the fantasy draft back in late August, Yahoo had slated me to take dead last. I had the sixth pick (I think?) in the draft this season, but if you ask Yahoo, my brain was malfunctioning for the duration of the entire draft and damn near all of my picks were either poorly timed or just flat-out bad. Fuck you, Yahoo. Take that. Third place, bitch.
I say this at the end of every fantasy football season and I'll say it again. I don't know if I want to play next season. As of right now, I don't feel like it. Of course, this can all change come next August when all of this fantasy football talk starts up again and playing fantasy football for another season suddenly sounds like a good idea. I figure I have a few months to make that decision. I don't have to make that decision right now.
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