I'm sitting in my room, reading Transmetropolitan and Planetary, chain smoking, working my way through a pint of orange juice and screaming at an ESB bill.
This is my idea of a day off.
Later on I'm going to call ESB and call someone a filthy whore for charging me a disconnection and reconnection fee after that fucking debacle last month then I'm off to get some call credit and groceries to keep me going for the next few weeks while I'm in recovery.
Yesterday was also my idea of a day off, wandering the town, eating german sausages, crepes and candy floss before an 18 hole course of Super Monkey Ball golf with followthebird, olethros and iresprite while gothwalk and sabayone watched us abuse physics and pull off shots that would make Tiger Woods weep with joy. JOY I tell you!