I should be cleaning this apartment, which is beginning to smell like stale beer and cigarettes on account of my spending three whole days drinking, smoking and playing video games.
Okay there were occasional breaks to watch that crap Dynasty TV movie and I managed to piss away a few hours fucking around with retarded stuff like this.
It seems the slacker in me is never quite satiated, even after three days mind-numbing, dungeon crawling on my XBOX never straying too far from the couch or my cozy, fuzzy Todd Oldham argyle blanket from Target days long past.
I know I should be cleaning. I realize the cat has just pulled another dirty sock out from under the couch and trust me, I can smell the damn litterbox from here.
I just don’t care.
So what if it’s the New Year and there’s no good reason for my life to be in such disarray so early into it?
My head is finally quiet and for once I am content to have things just as they are.
Now tomorrow when I have to go back to work and deal with “The Babysitter’s Club” well, that will be a different story. But for tonight I couldn’t care less about anything or anybody.