the perfect day(dream)

Remember my little list of things to do before getting to old?

I’d started reading One Hundred Years of Solitude and I’ve just lost my will to read more…

I’m back to reading fluff novels about annoying British chicks.

My boss had a pow-wow with me this morning; she would like me to be more “managerial” i.e. boss them around and actually do assistant type things OTHER than make copies. I had yet another dream that my old boss at qwest called me and wanted me to come back to my old job. Sigh…those were the days.

You know what I really want to do is read. I would be an excellent professional reader. I bet a professional reader would get to spend all day in their pjs.

My Perfect Day



I would wake up around 9 and read in bed until someone brought me a sausage egg and cheese biscuit with a real coke from McDonald’s.

Then I would lounge about my apartment and snuggle with my cat, Maxwell and we would watch a movie or 4.

Then for lunch I would have roast chicken with smashed potatoes and broccoli for lunch with a big slice of key lime pie afterwards. (Yes, I would have dessert WITH lunch)

More reading while lounging about in the pajamas would follow for several more hours.

Then I would get up and get ready to go and play with my friends. We would go to Whitlow’s and drink beer and eat hamburgers & fries.

Then we’d head over to the Krispy Kreme and watch the little doughnuts ride the little belt to get glazed. We’d eat some and get the little paper hats and laugh until we though we were going to be sick.

The day would be capped off with a rip roaring game of trivial pursuit of which I would be the grand champion knower of all things trivial.

Ooooh, what a wonderful (fantasy) world.