Unemployment Shower

So yesterday I did a whole lot of nothing. Most of the time I get up in the morning, eat something, peruse job ads for a spell hopefully finding a few to apply to or at least research further, check various personal interest sites around the 'net (read: pornography), maybe clean a few dishes and water the plants, put on some pants to go for a walk to pick up an essential sundry or two from the store, and a few other necessary daily activities. Not yesterday though. Sure, I walked across the street to go vote, but afterwards I came back, removed my clothing to quickly return to Pajama Land long before even noon, and then played Chrono Trigger / re-read Book VII of Harry Potter most of the day, awaiting the pending exit poll results. Nothing much doing really.

Yet at the end of the evening, I took a shower anyhow. Why? Sure, I walked about 1.5 miles total on two brief jaunts throughout the day, but it was cold enough that no sweat was broken, and it's not like I did any actual work beyond defeating Golem Boss. Cleanliness I required not, but went through the motions anyhow. Oh sure, my curls will look their brightest for one more day, but it really wasn't necessary. Maybe I'm just trying to feel like an active part of society, within a few more weeks I'll start getting up at 6am to shave, hastily put a nice suit on, grab an empty briefcase, commute 40 miles away to some giant mirrored building, waltz in importantly, take a shit in their public bathroom, and then spend the rest of the day sleeping in my car before returning home sometime after 5pm. Image is everything.