I have had those days that aren’t bad but they’re still slightly off. I went through a lot of “The fuck was that” today. It was my first day back at work after a little vacation. I miss sitting in my pajamas all day and watching 12 episodes of Psych. Oops. I meant writing my novel. Nah. I can’t lie. I just sat around the house in my pajamas and ate a lot of cookies. I now realize I would make a terrible millionaire. I’d sit in my chair, watch Netflix and then eat myself to death. Get your head out of the gutter. I didn’t mean eating that way. Wonderful perverts. Hey, that’s a good rock band name. I need a life.