What a Wednesday....

Days are supposed to be spent something like this:

Played game till 6 in the morning.
Sleep till 11 in the late morning.
Crawl out of the house around 2 in the afternoon.
Smoke and drink Green Shit in a playground at 3 in the afternoon.
Attempt to shove pasta in mouth around 4 in the afternoon.
Stroll to a quiet place for Earl Grey around 5 in the afternoon.
Throw wet toilet paper at friend who's sh*tting around 8 in the evening.
Played a game of soccer till 10 in the night.
Forced fish and chips into stomach around 11 in the night.
Have a good relaxing sing-along session while driving back around midnight.
Start blogging at 1 in the morning.

But then again.
I need to wake up to reality and realise that such days are getting far.
And few.
How many days can I afford to spend like this?
I dread to think.

Carpe Diem then.