Time Off

I always feel it around this time of year: an almost-overwhelming need to take time off work, veg out, and do all that self-indulgent crap I do at other times but feel guilty over. You know: eat unhealthy, watch crap, lounge around, sleep in, etc.

So here I am on a Monday morning, web surfing, doing laundry, and killing time 'till lunch.

It feels glorious.

Okay, doing laundry is boring as hell, but that's really just the odd interruption to get me out of my chair in between videos, webcomics, and bits of writing I'm amusing myself over as I digest an epic breakfast.

I could get used to this. If only I could win the Lottery.