So no one came to the inauguration of my new hassle free life…except for my cat who happens to be the leading expert on how to remain motionless in your living room for prolonged periods of time. But that’s ok, I prefer celebrating on my own, especially since my social calendar has opened as a tumbleweed farm last week. Good news is, I now have the liberty of running through the apartment screaming until 4 am and not have to worry about whether or not my alarm clock would suddenly take a sabbatical and leave me two hours late for work (like it has done on several occassions). Bad news is, I have already gone half way through my The to-do list for today’s bum handbook and it has only been a week. A WEEK!! What on earth will I do with myself for the next 2 months other than ingest non-nutricious, heart attack-inducing food in front of the TV all day? Next thing you know, I will have to hire people to haul me out of the living room with a crane and drop me off at the nearest employement office currently hiring beached whale impersonators. And I thought my job was the only thing in my life that could drive me insane.
I’ll log in again next week and tell you all about the great bargain I got for used straitjackets.
