For the longest time when I lived with Sara I could never understand why after a bunch of hours sitting on her ass she then didn’t want to go out at night and do something. Well now I understand, and all I feel like doing after I come home from work this week is as little as possible. Which since it’s past Tuesday afternoon usually involved GranTurismo4.

But it truely is odd to me that I could have a job where I never stayed in one spot for too long, let alone even take a seat. And whenever I got off the clock I would love to go out somewhere with friends drinking and/or having some other sort of fun. Now that I sit around on my ass for 8 hours a day I come home and don’t want to talk to anyone else or do anything.

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