Today I didn't put any clothes on until about 9:30pm, after having spent the entire day sprawled naked on the couch eating chocolate ice-cream and watching old western movies.  Just because.  And when I did get dressed, it was to walk to the corner store and pick up a couple of magazines, as well as some miracle whip and a pack of corn chips.

And Goddamn it was a good day.  There's some days I don't want to "be the best I can be," or "live life to the fullest," or anything of the sort.  There are times I have no interest in exercise, fresh air, sunshine, the company of good friends, or even love, for that matter.

Today, I had no goals.  I had no to-do's.  I had my tube television, my well-worn couch, and a fridge with just enough food in it to put on a pound or two around the waist.  In today's fast paced world, days like these are tough to find!  I had to shrug off a beach barbecue, a girlfriend who wanted to take me shopping, a buddy from high-school who wanted to go rock-climbing, a buddy from university who wanted to shoot some pool, and of course, the ever-beckoning street-basketball games.  Not to mention the always-on demands of the business world.

So, I have a Scientific American and a Harpers magazine beside me that I think I'll strip down for and flop back on the couch, now that all my corn-chips are gone.  Maybe something I read might even spark one of those interesting, intellectual discussions I think I'm supposed to have in the classy social circles that I too often find myself in.  Or maybe they'll discover some new health benefits to laying naked on the couch, or eating frozen chocolate deserts, or watching back-to-back westerns all day.  Or maybe they won't, and I'll have just had a highly-welcomed day of complete and utter rest.