January 6, 2010
Felt kind of stale today, like the can of Reddi Whip in the fridge. It was my second day off working a job that falls somewhere between employment and unemployment. Nevertheless, the alarm still went off as I heard the back door shut and viewed headlights through the white drapes. I get up so early not so much because I believe there's a lot I can accomplish, but because I value as much time to myself as possible. Maybe I could pursue technical writing or a career in hotel management. Or eventually succomb to an America's Next Top Model marathon.