It is a sad thing if your guilt prevents you from taking a perfectly good day off from work for no good reason. Headed to the beach at an ungodly hour in the morning with canine company. By the time I got back into the city, realized there was plenty of time to head to work. So instead of paying to put car in lot and having Shake Shack lunch in beautiful sunglass worthy weather, I'm at work. I was never good at playing hooky.
Damn you, guilty conscience, for not allowing me a three day weekend.