Livin' free, that's my callin'

There's a cloud hanging over my head. Not a dark cloud, per se. But one that's more annoying than anything. I have to work early tomorrow in the city--meaning I have to go to bed early. Meaning that my Saturday night is quite constricted. Not that I had anything hot planned. But it puts a damper on my mood. I like my freedom. Of thought, of movement, of being. Knowing that I have to do something that will be a chore tends to be a weight on me. It's gotta be done, but it'll be hard to do cheerfully. There's a feeling of constriction that dampens my mood, making it more of a chore. So, how can I be cheerful when I have to perform this chore? Hmmm.....