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upsticksIf I was living somewhere else right now, I'd probably do several things.
First, I'd shower, and spend a good long time, just being warm and feeling clean and comforting my aching muscles and then pretend I didn't have to go outside. I'd admire the steam and the wonder of modern conveniences, and then I'd probably put my pajamas back on.
Then I'd find some ice cream - which would obviously be mine to consume without fear or concern - and I would. I would consume much of it, possibly in some sort of banana-split scenario.
During this mini ice cream festival, I would observe that whilst it is late, I am on my own and am world weary but not enough for bed, so I'd put on some Life On Mars or some other jovial caper. I'd get a blanket, and struggle - but nevertheless manage - to keep my eyes open until about five am, around which I would finally concede and be found the next morning (not dead, as that sentence would presume) but asleep and possibly committing sleepmumblings whilst curled up like a kitty on a carpet, by my lovable housemate back from... somewhere else.
In the morning, I'd wake up as bright and early as a sleepy one can, and not feeling any effects of sleep deprivation, procede to make pancakes for myself, and anyone else around. I'd settle back into my sofa bed, find that half read book I'd lost down the back of it, and begin the first day of the rest of my life.
First, I'd shower, and spend a good long time, just being warm and feeling clean and comforting my aching muscles and then pretend I didn't have to go outside. I'd admire the steam and the wonder of modern conveniences, and then I'd probably put my pajamas back on.
Then I'd find some ice cream - which would obviously be mine to consume without fear or concern - and I would. I would consume much of it, possibly in some sort of banana-split scenario.
During this mini ice cream festival, I would observe that whilst it is late, I am on my own and am world weary but not enough for bed, so I'd put on some Life On Mars or some other jovial caper. I'd get a blanket, and struggle - but nevertheless manage - to keep my eyes open until about five am, around which I would finally concede and be found the next morning (not dead, as that sentence would presume) but asleep and possibly committing sleepmumblings whilst curled up like a kitty on a carpet, by my lovable housemate back from... somewhere else.
In the morning, I'd wake up as bright and early as a sleepy one can, and not feeling any effects of sleep deprivation, procede to make pancakes for myself, and anyone else around. I'd settle back into my sofa bed, find that half read book I'd lost down the back of it, and begin the first day of the rest of my life.
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