I woke up this morning and felt like taking the day off from work.
It was this that did it:
"Ah, liberty, liberty, the sweetest of things: freedom to possess one's body and soul, to be master of one's own days. Not many souls are fit for freedom. Most get bored, or nervous, or foolish. Let them have jobs, let such have their time allotted to them. But for the free soul liberty is essential, and a job is a thing to be contemplated with horror and hatred." - D.H. Lawrence, Mr. Noon
I don't know where I would go, though. My dreams consist mostly of lying on the couch and reading.
That would be a perfect day.
Just a perfect day
You made me forget myself
I thought I was
someone else, someone good.