Well, not in the classical definition, anyways.
Today was less a day, and more a series of naps strung together by brief periods of consciousness and channel surfing. I’m absolutely serious about this. All I did was sleep. Every time I thought about getting up and maybe cleaning the place… meh.
Here’s where I was most of the day. I pulled out the couch, broke out a big comforter (it’s getting colder and colder) and watched PBS most of the day. Had some weird fucking dreams, since there were a lot of cooking shows on in the afternoon. The one plus from today was that I bonded with my cat a great deal:
