I awoke this morning, a Sunday, with nothing to do. My family is overseas, I finished my "honey-do" list, the house was cleaned and ready for their return. I literally could do anything (or nothing) with my morning. I could have donuts, bacon, and scotch for breakfast. I could lay around in my pajamas eating candy and cake while watching 14 hours of NFL playoff coverage. Instead, I found myself eating grape nuts with chia seeds, flax seed powder, and unsweetened rice milk while prepping vegetable stir-fry for my dinner. I am so fucking old. Oh, also pathetic. Don't forget pathetic. And lame. I literally don't know how I can proceed from here. I'm not even 35 yet. What will I do at 40, 50, 60? I figure I'll just check myself into the nursing home in about 8 years and patiently await death. So at least I've got that to look forward to.