I have the perfect job. Once in a while it's horrible, but not often enough to matter. I am the only employee and no one really keeps an eye on me. The trade-off of course is I make very little money. When I'm not at work I'm painting, and this is a job, too, so really I work seven days a week always, often double shifts. I never take a day off, I only sometimes work a little bit less.
I had 120 pages left of my library book the day before it was due, and it was raining again, so I decided to play hooky from life for a day and read. I made coffee twice and ate three apples. No music, no TV, listening to traffic and rain and the day passing by me. For six hours.
For dinner I had potatoes and refried beans and a fried egg on top with avocado, fricking amazing.