No Complaints

Today is a good day for going back to bed. Or, working in my pajamas all day, ignoring the phone and the door. It’s the kind of breezy day that makes you feel you alone survived the terrible crushing attack that killed off the rest of the planet. You survived… and now you can go back to bed cause there isn’t anything really urgent and pressing any more. No one will complain about you being late, ever again.

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