I'm going to need some new pajamas.

As I sit in my parents living room this Thursday evening eating my half a cup of ice cream, the cat tormenting the dogs, my mother reading her kindle desperately trying to tune everyone out, my father snoring on the couch with my grandma beside him wearing her wig titled too far back showing a bit too much forehead, I stop and ask myself...how did I get here?

I live in pajamas. Any excuse I have to actually put make up on is a big day. My days usually involve the same routine: I get up, check email/apply for new job postings (which my cover letters are becoming increasingly more desperate), go upstairs and grab some food, avoid grandma, go back downstairs and transfer from pajamas to gym clothes, go to gym, come back, shower, put pajamas back on, pretend to be a life coach, and continue to avoid grandma. Have I mentioned I'm 27?

I used to think I loved downtime. I loved nothing more than curling up on my sofa and watching Oprah. And sleeping in? Quite possibly the best feeling ever. I'm learning there truly can be too much of a good thing. Who knew I'd reach a point in my life when I'd actually miss getting up before the sun. However, I must not be too desperate because I've never even considered walking into a restaurant for work. What about stripping?

I mentioned before that my astrologer said I'd be living in limbo until October. I find this to be a blessing and a curse to receive this information (not to mention, with the way things are going, completely horrifying). On one hand, I keep telling myself this 'drought' will end. However, any opportunity that starts to show itself I think, "According to Astrologer John, nothing will happen until October. So, whatever.". And could this attitude really be affecting the way my life is going. Eh. I dunno. All that energy and universe talk can sometimes just make me even more frustrated.

I just hope something happens. Let's not ring in 2012 in my parents basement.


By the way, my grandma just farted. Help.