Dusty Newspaper Clippings and other mental disorder

Cakewalk

Oh, crap, that's right, I was supposed to be more fun and productive this week. But too bad! I've discovered my new favorite thing: sleeping for 12 hours a day.

Listen, it's so great. It's economical--you don't need to eat as much, and you don't have time to go out and drive around, burning gasoline and buying a bunch of stupid shit you don't need. It's relaxing--instead of worrying about things you can't change or pissing off your friends, you're just tucked out of the way. Plus it's fun; after you get past your normal allotment of REM sleep, your dreams start to get really twisted and vivid.

Before I would make myself get up every day, move around, talk to people, work on projects, learn things. God, I was such a dumbass! For the simple act of expending no extra effort whatsoever, I can turn off my alarm and go on a meandering helicopter ride, watching everything below me burn into cinders.