Today is my first day off in 12 days, and I have no idea what to do with myself. I’m online right now, because if I’m offline, I feel naked and alone, smaller somehow, and humbled. Anyway.
At the moment, I am lying on my sofa in loose pants. This is the only thing to do on a Saturday, and I don’t care how nice it is outside. You fresh air fascists can go have fun; I have cheese to eat.
I have many other stories for you, for reals. They are not about cheese, or loose pants or how hard I work or anything boring like that. They’re about … um … candy? I don’t know. But I’m sure I’ll remember what I meant to say right after this nap.