I am disgruntled. With myself.
For whatever reason, I feel restless in my current status, and my current out-look, and my current life. All of which is completely ridiculous, because my status is great (never felt better), and my life is phenomenal (check them off: great school, great family, good job, nice car, nice house, etc., etc.). But instead, I want to curl up in bed and ignore all of this great niceness, and watch Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, while eating ridiculous amounts of incredibly bad food.
And I want to do this for an entire day.
And not move.
That sounds nice.
Who wouldn't want to do that?
1 comment:
Oh Fred and Ginger.
Although you frequently tell me my work really isn't THAT hard, I would appreciate a day like the one mentioned above.
Post a Comment