It's one of those days where you can sit down and think, alright this day hasn't been a complete waste, unlike some other days. You can go to class, read a book in the courtyard, do some shopping, make some homework, work at home or blog. But why, you ask? Why do we do what we do. As some people will name their parents as a reason, others will give the self-fulfillment argument. It reminds me of a scene from '2 days in Paris' where a fairy, yes a real fairy, claims that looking back on life the things that genuinely matter are nothing like jobs, money, clothes, etcetera but your wife! Well, for some of us that means husband, or the contractee with whom you signed a living together agreement.
