Eep.

Gotta open a window here, even if it's kinda cold outside right now. Mm, the smell of fresh paint. Sounds like something to give me really interesting dreams. Plus it's quiet. So quiet, I can hear my own eyeballs roll around in their sockets. Seriously.

For as late as it is, I don't care. Come Monday, I still won't care. Unemployment's been unusually kind to me so far, but of course that can change. So far, it's great. It's that vacation I've been needing for quite a while now. All the memories of work are steadily fading. The knowledge of what my job function was, procedures, all that stuff, fading away. Granted, I'll have to find work soon, if I want a steady paycheck. But I'm ok as I am now.

I had better open that window soon.