My how the time flies when you aren’t chained to a soul-sucking, mind-numbing, spirit-crushing, lame-excuse-of-a-job, job. I’ve been free for a few weeks now and holy crap, you guys, freedom tastes good. Kinda like Fresca. and chicken.
I’ve been spending my days sleeping in, daydreaming, playing with Grace, watching entire seasons of Burn Notice, napping, building forts, burning pancakes, eating burnt pancakes, going on walks, having milkshakes for lunch, thinking about what I want to be when I grow up, deciding growing up is dumb, daydreaming some more, and finally getting back to a place where I’m feeling good about me again.
And that’s it. It’s been awesome.
And I guess that’s it for this post. I wish I had some sort of brilliant, sum-uppy punchline but I don’t. That’s what I get for writing while sober. Sorry. It won’t happen again.