How weird is it. For nearly five full months, because I’ve been unemployed, if I wanted to spend an entire day, lounging around and really doing nothing, I could have. All those days, and it could have been spent “being a slug”. Yet, with my new job starting right around the corner, knowing I’ll have to get up very early, commute to and from with rush hour traffic, and put in my eight hours of work at the office — I suddenly want to spend my days like a bum.

Okay, not all my days, just today.

(and maybe tomorrow)