The weird thing about working a full-time salaried job is that when you have a three-day weekend (like, say, this weekend) there’s this immense crushing pressure to DO SOMETHING — anything! You can’t let a free day off go to waste! You must go! Do! Travel! Hedonize!

I seriously considered driving up to the High Sierra Music Festival this weekend (Go! Do! Travel!), but 9 hours each way, plus $150 tickets, plus the inevitable holiday traffic coming home deterred me.

Yet now I’m left with the holiday guilt crushing down on me. The Rainier Beer jingle from 1988 runs through my mind…”we don’t waste a sunny day.” I start to panic. What will I DO? Are there parties? Picnics? Parades? WHAT WILL I DO!?

I hate feeling like my time is not my own.