Monday through Sunday, yo

And then it was February. Work is still awesome, and I have twenty days of it remaining. I got my weekends sorted - Saturdays are for washing, Sundays are for cooking. Except when one of my lovely colleagues (or friends) suggests going out on a Saturday, in which case Sundays are for busy. Sunday nights, then, are for sore heels, resulting from long periods standing on hard floors in bare feet. Should I put sneakers on to do the dishes? It might save me from serious issues with the bones of my feet later in life.

Recently I discovered Metallica, in a small way. They kept playing Enter Sandman on the radio, and I kept going "ooh, what's that?". Eventually I went out and bought S&M. It's fairly awesome stuff. And so is this.