My friend John sent me a message when he woke up this morning and it was 11:30am when he did that. If you read my last post you’ll know that John had day one of funemployment today. He told me that he was going to have breakfast and then possibly take a nap in the afternoon. That seemed pretty damn glorious if you ask me.
Like I mentioned in my previous missive, I have exactly twelve working days left before I go on my break. I wish it started tomorrow. I had dinner with a friend tonight and it was so pleasant. When I got home, I wanted to drink liquids with caffeine, play video games, watch Netflix, and stay up until 4am. I then thought about how nice it would be then to wake up at noon, then go downtown and have coffee with some friends. Then I might go to Stanley Park, even if it was rainy. That seemed like such a good plan for a nice day.
Unfortunately, I have to go to work tomorrow. I have to do that twelve more times and then I have my nice days.