i was sleepy and thought about ducking in for a quick nap before I woke up.
Have you ever noticed how when you’re unemployed things just take longer? I mean, things like waking up, that I used to be able to easily complete before work take forever now. I thought I would have so much extra time to really figure out what kind of hobbies I might be interested in, or to write a memoir, but it’s like how can I do that if breakfast is an all-day affair? I’ll start out with a little Raisin Bran, and before I know it I’m eating another bowl of Raisin Bran, and then I have a piece of toast or else I just think about having one for like an hour.
Don’t even get me started on getting dressed, like literally don’t get me started, it’s impossible. I’ve always kind of thought that robes were pretty sexy in a kind of highbrow literary way, and now I know for sure that they’re not, but they’re so comfortable it’s like who cares? I mean it’s a towel with sleeves that you wrap around yourself and then belt with another piece of towel. There aren’t really a lot of things like that, and I do feel lucky that I get spend so much time in mine, but then all of a sudden I need to go outside for a nap in the park or something, and I can’t because I’m only wearing this damn robe. I used to be completely clothed everyday before 10 a.m. Imagine. But I had so much more time then. I really should have written a memoir.