This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

This week is an hour glass. The minutes like grains of sand slowly trickling away the days of my motherfucking life, or so the voice over in my mind keeps repeating. Fully conscious of the fact that next week I will once again be stuck in the stagnant waters of corporate America, a feeling I can't abate keeps slowly creeping over me that I should get out there, mix it up, explore, endeavor, move, something. God, that lovable prankster, decided to further compound my indecision by throwing some absolutely delicious weather at me. "Tempting, isn't is Jenn to get out there, in this beautiful day, huh?" he questions, leaning back in his chair, fingers steepled, giving me that omnipotent grin of his. I sit there, resplendent, bathed in my ambivalence, languorously smoking my cigarette. "It's in the upper 70's y'know, but breezy and there is sunshine aplenty." he says with a lascivious grin as he sweeps his arm across the vast expanse of the day outside the window. Contemplation flickers across my face, as we sit across from one another, eyes locked in silent contention. Knowing full well his stare is more than able to discern the truly sentient and maudlin nature of my being. I mean he *is* God after all. A moment or two pass, or maybe it was an eternity, in silence, before he leans forward and earnestly once more puts forth his entreaty, "Jenn, really, the day is too beautiful to waste. I do believe your slothfulness is one of my major no-nos, I'll have to have my people check on that. C'mon! That's a friggin' masterpiece I've created out there. Don't you want to worship it, or me or something?" He sinks back defeated in his chair. I slowly exhale the last of my cigarette, the bluish grey plumes of smoke undulating about my head as I lean forward to stub it out. "Soooo, my child have you reached a decision?" I muster every ounce of my reserve, look him square in the eye, inhale deeply as I open my mouth....and then
My truly torpid brain wakes up.
I hate when I fully disconnect from reality like that! Especially when my daydreams aren't quite enlightening. I guess I could go out. I mean what's the harm? But, then again that just sounds too much like work. That four letter word isn't until next week. Besides I kinda really am in serious like with bad daytime television. And I'm quite sure there's a barrage of active people out there roller-blading and bicycling and ultimate hacky sacking or whatever it is those kind of people do. I truly am blissfully contentedly completely happy doing nothing.
Now it's time to nap, I've exhausted myself.