There's a time when I need to make myself tired. I'm taking such good care of myself, I've become a hermit living in a bubble. It's like I'm saving myself for something or someday and in the process wasting my life. Those are times when I need to go out and disperse myself out in the world. Stay out too late, be too busy, do too much. And then there are times when I need to pick up the pieces of my dispersement: drop stuff off at the dry cleaner, cook for myself, buy my mascara and shampoo and other crap Target (it's so much cheaper than Sav-On/CVS), and be boring. If it wasn't for gravity, we'd fly off the earth. If it weren't for fatigue and the fact that I don't have a personal assistant or a wife (is there a difference?), I would lose my center and be pulled into every attractive or obligatory corner of the world. Life isn't going anywhere. I can take a week off and take it easy.

Just for today, I can rest.