Lazy

I feel like being lazy today. Friday, a killer cold brought me to my knees and jumped on me til I was pulp, then left the next day as abruptly as it arrived. So today I decided to be lazy. It always sounds so good and restorative to rest for a day, but what really happens is, you start feeling fat, you notice that your windows and baseboards haven't been cleaned since the turn of the century, and you play Solitaire. Solitaire is pathetic! It requires less than no skill. Minus 5 in on the skill continuum.

And time drags. It starts getting dark and it feels like my self esteem is going down with the sun. I have spent all day letting my mind wander to places where no man has been before. Just women. Besides thinking I'm fat, slobby and stupid at solitaire, I start feeling guilty that I wasted a whole day. Here I am 61 years old. Realistically I have only 20 years left and I have wasted an entire day of the rest of my life! I have so much I want to do before I die! Like, well, what is it I wanted to do? That's even worse! I don't even want to do what I wanted to do before I die. Haha, that's funny. No one, not even me, cares if I did nothing today. It's unpatriotic but what the hell. I mean heck.