2004-11-13 - 11:22 p.m.

We're curled up in bed, cozy and sleepy, and my alarm clock goes off. This means that, even though I'm on vacation, I have to get up and go to work for just a few hours to attend a mandatory meeting. It's time to unentwine myself from the piles of blankets and pillows, put warmth and half-asleep contentment on hiatus, and go out into the cold outside to fulfill my obligation as a working class citizen. I turn the alarm off, smoke a cigarette, and go back to bed. I could get used to this.