The tale of three days.

My day starts like any old work day, too early and my lack of love for the world.
Time flies, done by midday and I am happy about it.
Be a man in town and shop for manly things in manly shops and then counter act it by booking a hair appointment.
Come home, find text. Out for lunch.
Work call, someone ill, I'm needed for the shut down shift.
I um. I ah. What's that, I'll get tomorrow off!? Hell yeah I'll come back to work.
Dan saves the day. Set up and shut down, it'll hurt me but I get tomorrow off!
And so concludes the tale of three days squeezed into just twenty-four hours.

This has all worked out nicely as this means I'll be fresh from a good nights sleep tonight and have a whole day to throw myself into a sculpture.