It finally happened. I finally feel like I’ve had just about enough of going out. I’m in. I’ve been in. I’m not going anywhere.
I’ve been home from my vacation for a couple of days, and I have to say, I haven’t been feeling as antsy since I got back. I just want to hang out, and I’m enjoying my apartment more now. I guess I just needed a bit of a break.
So, I’m sitting here being a bit of a slug. I kind of feel like I might be coming down with something, too.
I’m watching trashy TV. I’m slouching, and I’m tap tapping away at my MacBook. I’ve been looking at all the stuff I’ve been wanting too.
This is the life. This is my life. It’s not any different than when I’m running around every day. I’m still the same person, so I guess it makes sense. It’s just nice to feel like I can breathe again in my own house. I’m still going to go out when I want, but hopefully I’ll find some balance now.
And by balance, I mean passing out on the couch with a belly full of risotto.
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