I don’t want to work. I don’t want to shop. I’m tired of parties. I just want to sleep. And eat. And sleep some more. And maybe have sex once in a lifetime.
Is that too much to ask?
The holidays are wearing on me. I finally did some shopping after work last night. Yeah it wasn’t so bad, but I still have a couple more things to get. I’m really not motivated enough to get them. But I will.
Work is a drag, too. Everyone’s taking vacations and it seems like all we are doing is sitting there creating work to do. Hell, next Monday, out of a department of over 15 people, I am one of maybe 6 that will actually be IN the office. I’m sensing a long lunch ahead of me. Or hopefully an early end to the day. That’d be a novel idea.
It’s a struggle just to get dressed. As the sun rises and light filters into the room, I don’t notice that it’s morning and I have to get up; I enjoy how warm the sun makes the room feel and snuggle up under the covers and want to sleep more. Is that wrong? Is that nuts of me?
Yet here I am, freshly showered and brushing my teeth (I’m quite talented at multi-tasking; you’d be amazed.) I’m forcing myself to go out in the bitter cold and transport myself to a desk for 8 hours, under unforgiving fluorescent lighting and confining ergonomic conditions. Yup, that’s my job in a nutshell.
So I hope that your day goes well. Joy to the world.