It is so nice to have three days in a row off, and wake up when I want, and pull the blinds up to let the bright sun in, and sit on the couch, and play internets, and watch Oprah, and laugh, and eat cereal, and pet my cat. It is nice to have time to sit back and look around me and remember that I have created all of this. I have this great little apartment with the perfect set-up and I have this cute, loving, and annoying cat. Last night my friend and her girlfriend came into my apartment for the first time and she said "Chad, you're a real live grown up!" and all I could say back was "Really? I feel like I'm 8."
There is only one thing that could make this day better. I still have that "weird yucky longing feeling" but it's not really for anyone specific. It's just a general "weird yucky longing feeling." This is my new favorite thing to say. Stacy coined it.
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