Four days, man...

... Four more days.




BC and I will be happily barricaded in my apartment, doors locked, cells and comps off, all the food we need stocked in the fridge. We will pause only for the occasional romp in the hay (when the stress of the plot gets to be too much) and we will venture out only for a cigarette (again, when the action gets to be too much. Or post-coital. Or both).

How will you spend your weekend?