Oct 14, 2002 13:02
This afternoon as I stood in the kitchen in my pajamas at 12:00 and watched the timer on the oven counting down, I was overcome by a sense of sweetness. Not in a longlong time have I been so completely contented by inactivity.
I went to sleep at eight last night, woke up at 5:45. Mrs. Marino drove me down the hill to my house so I could do chores and catch the bus. I did chores, but rather than catch the bus I changed into pajamas, read, and went to sleep. I wasn't tired, especially, having just awakened from almost ten hours of sleep, but why not? It was pretty intense sleep. I dreamed that my mom and Tony came home from their honeymoon, except I really thought they did, so I rolled out of and climbed under my bed. I slid my hand close to my side to fit it under the bed, but the hand-moving motion woke me up and I realized that I had not, in fact, gotten out of bed at all. Heh heh. So I know what I want to do with my life. I want to be unemployed. Hee hee hee. It's a beautiful day.
The reason I stayed home today was so that I could do my English paper. It's going finely, thanks.