I am a waffle.

Last Monday Tuesday Wednesday I felt miserable. I wanted to get older faster, and not for any of the cool reasons you would want to get older, like voting, or driving, or drinking. I already do those things. Sometimes, all at once. No. I wanted to get older so I could feel alright about feeling over-worked. Spread too thin. Complacent in life. All these things are easier to deal with when you're older, aren't they? My parents always seemed fairly fine with the idea.

Either way, Thursday was good. Friday was better. Today is Saturday. There are things I want out of my Saturday. Things I hope I'm going to get. I know, with some degree of certainty, that in a couple of hours, I will be grilling burgers and other foods that are okay to eat outside. That will be awesome. I love grilling, and I think I'm starting to get pretty good at it. Also, I will then get to eat those things, almost certainly. These things will be good. I will be with my family, which should be good, but may be just average, or possibly even sub-par. Either way, I plan to make the best of it.

I am certainly certain I will be calling my friend Ryan soon. And I am cautiously certain he will answer the phone, despite the fact that he is currently at work. I will ask him if he wants to hang out after his shift, and I am optimistically certain that he will say "yes". This would certainly make me happy. Today is Saturday. For now, life has such great potential to be phenomenal. And there are certain things I want.