I write under the strict orders of A.
She wonders why I haven't spent more time on my blog since I've been spending the last 4 months creating an ass perfect dent in my couch and doing little else. I guess I've just learned that the life of a bum is insanely complicated. There's lots of sitting to do, lots of whining, lots of feeling sorry for yourself, and lots of avoiding things that you now have time to do. It's a wonder things get done in the world. I've spent 24 years of my life being incredibly busy, and telling myself I would do a million things if only I had more time. Now, all I have is time, and I find myself hating time. I want to be busy. Now.
I'm having a mental recession. Come back another day, or year. Really.
