Some people think this should be a great day because I have nothing I have to do. I don't know.
United States Constitution, Article I, Section 9, Clause 8: "No Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall, without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument, Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince, or foreign State."
Sunday, July 7, 2024
Statis/Paralysis/Lazy Sunday
See, when I wonder if I should be doing more with my life, it's days like this. I could clean my room because I have the time, but I don't want to. I could look into finding other work -- and after going off on that asshole at work, maybe I should -- but I don't want to, at least not right now. I could go out an exercise, but I don't know when we'll be having dinner. And tonight I might go downtown to The Taste Of Minnesota because one of my stripper girlfriends will be there, but ... you know, my car and ... well, I don't know if I want to ruin my groove of doing nothing.
Labels:
bedroom,
cars,
choices,
don't know what to do,
fear,
indecision,
strippers,
work
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