If I had not left the house this morning, I would not be sitting at my desk pretending to work. When actually I am writing instead. My guess is that I would have slept till about 1:30 pm. Finally I'd decide that it was late in the afternoon and I should drag my lazy butt out of bed, but the pajamas would stay on unless for some reason I needed to leave the house. First thing I would do, besides a pit stop at the bathroom, would be to go into the office and stick my internet IV into my arm. You might say that I have a slight internet addiction. Which I don't see anything wrong with, it's not like it's PCP or Crack. Crack is Wack! Once I had gotten my fix, I might go into the basement to tackle the laundry that I had been pretending didn't exist for the past two weeks. Once the laundry was in the washer I might be sucked back into the gravitational pull of the internet. After a while my stomach might start speaking in garblisms or maybe even start eating itself. I would then know that it was time to eat. Here we hit a brick wall, because low and behold, the cupboards are bare and the refridgerator is full of condiments. Alas the luxury of wearing pajamas all day will not be mine!