I fell in love with a place in my mind

Today is officially my first day as a full time slashy. I have shed the shackles of corporate Canada to live the unorthodox life of a model/actress/bartender (the last of the three components of slashy-ism serving as the only reliable source of income). I woke up this morning at 10 am (10 am! Post morning rush hour! No more subway commutes complete with weirdos and unidentified touching) hoping to do all of those things that only those without day jobs do: Watch daytime tv, run errands to government offices, workout at a nearly empty gym. However I opened my mouth to let out a small cry of glee only to have a bizarre silent squawk escape my lips. Of course. My first day of freedom has to see me sicker than I have been in a really long time.

I got out of bed and crawled to the bathroom where I proceeded to ingest any and all tablets and syrups my medicine cabinet had to offer. I then assumed the fetal position on the couch and have only moved slightly since. I have called everyone I know to come take care of me/keep me company, however I am beginning to realize that perhaps this change of career and pace is going to be a lonely one…. Everyone I know is a nine-to-fiver.