I Has Comfy Pants, too.
When you earn a living as a freelance writer, or – like me – when you earn approximately enough to be able to afford a small cup of plain dirt (the worms being too expensive), your days aren’t exactly something to write home about.
That’s because you’re probably already at home, so why write to yourself? Besides, you fall into a lifestyle much like that enjoyed by many gamers. As you concentrate for hours on a screen in front of you, you lose track of time, you can forget to eat, you can forget to change your clothes every day, you often ignore the urge to pee until you almost experience a small catastrophe, you fail to notice the cat using a houseplant three-feet away as his litter box, you forget how to put your car into reverse, and – by Friday evening – you may have lived in such…
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