day two: i have how many more days off?

this is the end of my second day off work (not including the weekend, obviously).
somehow, i’ve already managed to forget what day it is at least 50-million times and, sometime around 1:15 this afternoon, i was actually bored. on my second day of vacation. how sick am i? it’s a good thing i have things to do tomorrow and i’m there’s traveling next week and then the seven days of birthday celebrations the week after that. yes, very good.
what kind of things am i doing on my third day of vacation? well, tomorrow, i’m taking down my venetian blinds and driving them out to burquitlam to have them cleaned. yes, i know. i’m a wild woman. don’t you wish you were me right now?
oh, wait. i won’t be at work. yes, you totally do wish you were me right now (i’m so mean!).