another weekend lost

Ah the fruits of my labors. The literal FRUITS of my labors.
After an entire weekend spent picking grapes, I get to rest.
My dear Katt is in town and we must tear it up. I missed her 33 seeming phone calls last night due to an intense grape fog.
Alas I've amassed another 45 hours that need to be paid. Not bad at all. 40 more hours and I'll be golden.
Blah blah blah. Time to fool.