Over the past couple of weeks, I got used to waking up around 10 a.m., having my mom make me poached eggs for breakfast, and spending the next couple of hours reading or watching TV. After that, it was time for a nap. I'd wake up, have lunch, annoy my dad, watch a shitty bowl game, and then take another nap. My biggest stress was waking up when other people would rudely have a conversation while I dozed on the living room floor.
Back at work today, everything reverted. As I left tonight, Adagio for Strings piped overhead. I staggered bloody out to the sidewalk, only to see the helicopter of life soar off without me. I would die in the jungle.
New Year's resolutions are ridiculous, but I think mine is to move to my parents' house.