deliberations about pie
Mr. Journal:
And now, after work, the struggle ensues: "MUST... DON.... SWEATPANTS"
I bought some for wintertime running, but they are so comfortable that I want to wear them constantly. However, wearing sweatpants makes me feel like I have temporarily given up on life. It's a guilty pleasure, I guess, to come home from a cold and wet workday, with soaked socks and pants, and to put on what are basically pajamas, which I am also semi-against. In fact, it's almost a driving urge now, to don sweatpants after work. It has become a habit, a warm wintertime habit.
The main problem now is that it's really hard to divest of them once they have ben donned. This poses a barrier to productivity. It's ok to don them after an evening shift, when there's nothing left to do but sleep; but to don them when errands could still be run, or shoveling could still be done, or large beer-pong-related parties could be attended but definately won't be, is an almost definate end to any social or extra-domestic life for the night. When the sun sets at 4:30 pm, though, it's tough to maintain a strong drive to do things past 5. At least, this is true when work is always so cold and wet and uncomfortable. The electric blanket is gettin' turned on early tonight, lemme tell ya.
Love,
Sloven Lee Jackson, Esp.
And now, after work, the struggle ensues: "MUST... DON.... SWEATPANTS"
I bought some for wintertime running, but they are so comfortable that I want to wear them constantly. However, wearing sweatpants makes me feel like I have temporarily given up on life. It's a guilty pleasure, I guess, to come home from a cold and wet workday, with soaked socks and pants, and to put on what are basically pajamas, which I am also semi-against. In fact, it's almost a driving urge now, to don sweatpants after work. It has become a habit, a warm wintertime habit.
The main problem now is that it's really hard to divest of them once they have ben donned. This poses a barrier to productivity. It's ok to don them after an evening shift, when there's nothing left to do but sleep; but to don them when errands could still be run, or shoveling could still be done, or large beer-pong-related parties could be attended but definately won't be, is an almost definate end to any social or extra-domestic life for the night. When the sun sets at 4:30 pm, though, it's tough to maintain a strong drive to do things past 5. At least, this is true when work is always so cold and wet and uncomfortable. The electric blanket is gettin' turned on early tonight, lemme tell ya.
Love,
Sloven Lee Jackson, Esp.