my kind of friday night

So it's been one those weeks. The kind of week where you hustle and hustle and after it's done you just want to hibernate forever or die. The kind of week that ends with one of those days that makes you want to go up to mountain, crawl into a cave, just curl up there and never look at your life again. That kind of week. 

Okay honestly, the week itself wasn't that terrible. It was just exhausting. Today was terrible though. After a long week I just forfeited. There were places to go, people to see, relationships to keep up with, but I was just too tired... so I settled in for a Friday night at home in hermit mode. 

My de-stress ritual is food and watching something that either provides comic relief or warm fuzzy feelings.

I love older sitcoms. And I love DVD's. I know everybody settles for watching online and downloading off the internet but I think there's just something more comforting about slipping in a DVD. However, I don't actually like going out and buying DVD's so Full House is the only set I have on DVD (they were a gift). I really wish I had Fresh Prince of Bel-Air on DVD sets. Teenage Will Smith never fails to get my spirits up again. 

Full House is cheesy and sometimes the jokes are so try-hard you grimace. Especially when Bob Saget speaks. But somehow... they make it work. I still love it and everytime I see or hear the Theme Song I pretty much want to cry from uncontrollable nostalgic happiness. 

"Everywhere you look, everywhere you looookkkk..." 

Also, I can't possibly be the only girl who had a huge crush on Uncle Jesse, right? Just look at that smile.

Now that I'm done comforting and spoiled myself it's back to work. I have a ton of piled up homework for volunteering and I haven't even started my sketches for my job yet. Great, even when I'm not working I'm pretty much working. I also want to catch up on some blogs because I haven't had time to all week. 

It's days like these that make me think 'why am I doing what I'm doing?' and it makes me question why I should work so hard in the first place. During the week I work nonstop and I pull through by telling myself that it's okay because I love what I do so it's not really work at all. 

But honestly, it still is, right? I read a quote once that said, "What's the point of doing what you love if you're too tired to do it?" 

And I guess that's exactly how I feel right now.