The day after your last final

THESE days, my fellow readers, are the types of days that keep humans chuggin along. No responsibilities, no deadlines, nothing but man and free will. It is these types of days that separate America from the Commies. My options are limitless, I could:

- Sit around and play PS3 for 24 hours straight
- Learn how to make a new extravagant meal
- Go to a crummy dive bar all day and make some townie-friends (not that there's anything wrong with that!)
- Join a cult
- Go to church (check that, Mass was at 12, my first choice of sleeping in until 2 PM crossed that one off the list by default, oh shucks....)
- Start my own religion (kind of hard to do in 1 day, but it only took the Christians 7, right?!?)
- Catch up on Dexter
- Catch up on Californication
- Get the summary of said shows off wikipedia, get caught up, and still have 23 hours and 50 minutes left in my day
- Work out (gasp!!)

Point proven. The possibilities are endless really. In the end, I'll probably sit around all day trying to figure out what to do. That sounds about right.